Disco is My Cosmos

Google dictionary: res·pite Noun /ˈrespət/ /riˈspīt/ listen A short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant A short delay permitted before an unpleasant obligation is met After two physically and emotionally grueling days of chair massage (let me preface this by saying I enjoy it, but twelve plus hours straight of deep tissue massage, coupled with crowds of thousands, is enough to drain anyone of energy, no matter how much they like it), I woke up this morning and realized I had no choice but to take a bath. Driving home last night in heavy traffic, I could feel all the noise, conversations, and energy of work. The feeling grew heavily on my chest, to the point of almost suffocation. I've had these feelings before: they have sometimes grown into panic attacks. But this particular evening, I recognized the anxiety for what it was, allowed myself to say, "ok, Emily, you are stressed," and, without trying to "get rid of" th...

Sometimes I feel like my choices in life are like leaves falling from a tree in autumn. First of all, there's so many leaves. And they are all different colors and shapes. Some have multiple colors just on one leaf. Some appeal to me more than others. Often, I'll stand under this tree, grabbing at the falling leaves. At this point, I haven't quite considered which leaves I actually want, and they are falling so quickly and the wind is moving them in so many directions that I can't even see what color or shape they are. I try with both hands to grab the leaves, but as I grab with one hand, I miss another falling leaf with the other hand. Say I catch a couple, and my hands are full. That makes it even harder for me to catch any other leaves, ones that may be a better fit for my life. What if I stop this "grabbing" scenario? What if I just wait for these leaves to land on the ground? Once they are free of the wind and I can really see their shape, I ca...

This is something I wrote in college and just came across while going through papers in my closet at my parent's house. There was some old macaroni in the fridge. It had been in there for a while. It was alright when I first tasted it But I soon tired of it So I put it in a tupperware carton And put it in the fridge Thinking I may eat it another time But the time never came I never cared to eat it But after a while, I just forgot About it. But it was still in the fridge Festering. Brooding. Wondering why it was not consumed. I just didn't want it. So finally, I took it out. Threw it away Who knows what it thought When it fell in the trash But who cares Now it's in a landfill.