of limits and imaginary lines

Uncle Walt again, dear friends: From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhaleContinue reading “of limits and imaginary lines”

what if you were already extraordinary?

When I was in the 8th grade, I saw Dead Poets’ Society for the first time, and I felt like I knew who I was supposed to be. I felt completely validated. I had been right all along about the power and importance of books and plays and poetry and following your dreams. I alreadyContinue reading “what if you were already extraordinary?”