The only 4-leaf clover I ever found was at my (paternal) grandmother’s home; I’m not sure what happened to it and I sometimes wonder if some of my luck vanished with it.
There are times when I do feel lucky, but it’s also worth mentioning the hard work that helped me land some amazing opportunities. Lady Luck might not grace me, but I always try my best. Instead of looking at the ground for too long, I look back up to enjoy the clouds and company around me.
I played with Barbie dolls and watched early 2000s Barbie movies before I lost interest; I now find myself planning a tattoo inspired by the 2023 Barbie movie.
I had so many Barbie computer games growing up: Pet Rescue, Horse Adventures: Mystery Ride, 12 Dancing Princesses, Princess and the Pauper, and The Magic of Pegasus. I had completely forgotten about the first two until I looked up “early 2000s Barbie computer games.” I can still hear the whirrr of a disk game loading in the PC tower. Looking back on those games reminded me of Silver Buckle Stables – it was a top favorite non-Barbie game. It’s even on Steam, so I might buy it and try to finish it.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” The first job I wanted was a Dolphin Trainer (I was obsessed with Zoo Tycoon games). Super high ambitions, but it did sound fun as hell.
After that, it changed to being a vet. I later reached a standstill between pursuing art and creative writing. I started my college journey with graphic design (until I learned that wasn’t the type of art I wanted to make) and then pivoted to a concept artist. Now, I just really want to draw/write.
I would love to not work at all.
I went to a religious elementary school for my first few years of education. In high school, I lost faith. Now, I just hope that in the end, we can relive the good moments of our lives. Basically, (the peaceful) Supernatural Heaven.
As a kid, I was adamant about giving Jesus a proper birthday party. We made a “Jesus cake” that was baked in a cross-shaped pan. I’m fairly certain he got a Christmas and Easter cake. Then, Santa got milk and cookies. Everyone else related to holidays was as they say “S-O-L”.
Communion pipeline: enjoying it → fearing being struck down for questioning faith while taking it next to my parents → wanting it as a snack during a long church service
I used to wander a graveyard near my (maternal) grandparents’ home, but I haven’t had the courage to visit their headstones.
That’s on my grief.
“High school might be the best years of my life”; that would spell disaster for me if that were true. Luckily, that was not the case. It’s only been (mostly) up since then.
The few highlights of high school can be encompassed in the last few months:
I got to read a poem I wrote at a Barnes & Noble cafe
I helped paint Grease sets for a school play
I did well enough in school to get my IB diploma
I won a Scholastics Art Award (*queue thinking about an art degree*)
^ This left me feeling the most fulfilled
My “knight in shining armor” is no longer solely the William Thatcher type, it’s closer to Brianne of Tarth...or both. Knights aside: Dr. Frank N. Furter.
Being mature for my age. I truly feel like I went from being 10 to 19.
All of my 20s so far have been trying to give myself a semblance of what would have been “newfound freedom” as a teenager.
Yes, I am in therapy, but I also finally started having the time of my life.