The truth is that I love to write. When I sit down to compose my thoughts on paper, my mind and my heart have a chance to think, to align themselves and divide themselves where appropriate. My day comes into focus, slowing down to digest the moments that can fly by without my appreciation. The truth is that I live in pain everyday. Seven years ago I was diagnosed with a rare spine disease which resulted in major spinal surgery. I am still learning to live with the thirteen screws and two feet of metal that secure my thoracic spine after countless discs were removed. Some days I bare that pain in silence, sometimes I am grumpy from the pain and sometimes I ignore the pain, forgetting how my body felt without intrusion. But each day, I learn something new about myself, about my limitations and about my potential.
I share the same name with my mother, so having a nickname is quite helpful. I am Bear. New York City is home. For now. While I love the energy of the Big Apple, I do miss the serenity of the country. There is nothing like walking barefoot in the grass. Wiggling my toes after walking around the city is a welcome time in my day. Whether on the beach or in my apartment, there is something freeing about padding around in my bare feet. As a twenty-something who has passed 25 and is fast approaching 30, I strive to live life as my authentic self. I continue to discover what makes me me, living in a state of truth, bare to examine what really makes me feel happy, fearful, fulfilled and ashamed. My goal is to enjoy the journey. I will share with you. I will laugh with you. I may even vent to you. Because vulnerability has the power to create connection. So kick off those shoes, get cozy and come along for the ride. I promise to be here, just me, bare feet and all.
"The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail." - William Faulkner
I share the same name with my mother, so having a nickname is quite helpful. I am Bear. New York City is home. For now. While I love the energy of the Big Apple, I do miss the serenity of the country. There is nothing like walking barefoot in the grass. Wiggling my toes after walking around the city is a welcome time in my day. Whether on the beach or in my apartment, there is something freeing about padding around in my bare feet. As a twenty-something who has passed 25 and is fast approaching 30, I strive to live life as my authentic self. I continue to discover what makes me me, living in a state of truth, bare to examine what really makes me feel happy, fearful, fulfilled and ashamed. My goal is to enjoy the journey. I will share with you. I will laugh with you. I may even vent to you. Because vulnerability has the power to create connection. So kick off those shoes, get cozy and come along for the ride. I promise to be here, just me, bare feet and all.
"The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail." - William Faulkner
