Another School Year About To Start

Dear readers,

With another school year about to start for me I contemplate my goals for this year. What can I do differently? What should I look forward to and what am I leaving behind? And most importantly what will become of my blog and etsy? 

So right here right now I am created a list of goals for this year:

1. Work hard but take some time to play

2. Get my license (I know I can’t believe I don’t have it yet either. :P)

3. Get a job 

4. Bond with teachers and classmates (afterall they are people who can reference me later, support me, and give me advice)

5. Plan to post something each week for this blog

6. Make something for my etsy each week & make a treasury twice a week

7. Get exercising, eating healthy, and relaxing through meditation.

8. Be more productive during the day on homework and other things.

9. Spend time with friends as well as taking time for myself.

This is all a bit of a daunting task but I think with time and effort I can achieve my goals.

 

Much Happiness to You,

Megan

The orange post-it is going to be the challenge for some of these.

 

Late August

Megan:

One of my followers whom I follow. I love his poetry and decided this poem of his was worthy of some recognition. :) Enjoy.

Originally posted on Sounds of the Son:

Hold my hand, my love
Be not distant
For late august winds
Can bring a subtle separation

The ending of a season
Can bring disconsolation
And the swan song of summer
Is a ballad, bitter blue

Paths that push past the horizon
Leave new love to wander
To reclaim its beginnings
Or flirt with finalities

The wheels of passions
Slow in their spinning
As the course of sweet union
Gently slopes uphill

Hold my hand, my love
Be not hesitant
For the late august rains
Can bring subtle reservations

Sun tinged memories
Can bring complication
And the reveries of yesterday
Are a picture without a tune

Clouds that cover the skyline
Lead love in a different way
To chase the fading sun
Or lay wait the moon’s ascent

The chariot of desire
Trails off on its run
As the mist of summer missed
Forms an autumn haze

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