The waves break on the horizon. In the pale light of the early morning sunrise, a glimpse of a figure, indistinguishable against the dark water. As this scarcely seen creature cuts methodically through the water, skin the dark color of mud, reflecting the gleam from the sun. Its mystical existence hidden from the world.
I’ve always been one to glamorize the Hollywood lifestyle; in fact, I’ve become kind’ve addicted to checking tabloid websites several times daily. It wasn’t until I saw Lily Collins in the movies The Blind Side, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, and Love, Rosie as well as the Amazon series The Last Tycoon that I decided to try her autobiography.
I’ll admit, when I first started reading it I didn’t think that I’d get very far. I mean, who really wants to read about a misadventure tweezing your eyebrows? However, I am really glad that I persisted.
This book is filled with stories of Lily’s inner struggles with self confidence, an eating disorder, her unhealthy obsession with working out (which is always what you want to be reading about while on the exercise bike at the gym), and how she battled to become her best self. In today’s society, if I had a pre-teen or teenage daughter this would be a book that I would recommend that they read. The constant reminders that your uniqueness is what makes you beautiful are empowering, and I found myself pulling strength from her words.
This is a good book to read if you struggle with insecurities. I, myself, struggle with self self-esteem issues, low self-confidence, and an almost daily battle with anxiety and/or depression. This is just a part of who I am, and I can’t let it dictate my life anymore. So, in honor of finishing this book, I plan to make 2018 the best year ever and not let my insecurities hold me back. I hope you give this book a chance, and are able to connect with it as well.
It’s been a while since I posted about a destination location, so I figured why not now? If any of you are like me, now is the time to think about and plan your next vacation. In honor of the new year, and to escape the cold winter here in Pennsylvania, I’d like to share one of my favorite places with you; Xunantunich Ruins in Belize.
A little off of the beaten path, we had to cross a river by a raft that had me a little worried. Admittedly, I’d never crossed a river by a raft operated by pulley mechanism.
Thankfully, there wasn’t anything to be worried about and we made it across without any issues.
I don’t think that there was anything that could’ve prepared me for what awaited once we made it up to the ruins themselves. We didn’t have to fight against the crowds that gather at the more well known sites; we had the whole place to ourselves, and were able to tour everything at our own pace. At the time of our trip, they were still excavating some of the grounds, but it didn’t take away from the experience.
One of the highlights of these ruins was that we were able to climb to the top of El Castillo. We wound our way through the narrow corridors and up the steep, twisting steps to reach the top. Once there, we were met with breathtaking views in every direction.
Xunantunich was a very quiet and peaceful place to visit. Being immersed in the culture and history surrounding this place was incredible, and I will carry this experience with me forever. If you ever find yourself in Belize, I highly recommend giving this location a try.
A cold breeze blows through the corridor
The flames of the fire flicker
Barely casting heat into cold, damp murkiness
Silence louder than any thought
An icy caress the only reminder of existence
Thank you to everyone who participated, and voted in the Six Word Story Challenge on Sometimes Stellar Storyteller . I had a lot of fun taking part in this challenge, and hope to submit to another prompt soon.
A long journey
Culminating with two routes
Torn between the road less traveled, and the well worn path
Always gravitating toward the uncomplicated
But not this time
I trudge on
Through the tangled vines and overgrown grass
Each step carrying me closer to my purpose
The foreboding feeling of failure
A constant feeling of inadequacy
An endless battle
The exhausting journey proving to be the most rewarding