Sandra Blandon
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Playlist: Music and Reflection
Seven years old - I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman The first song I can remember relating to is this song. I remember watching the movie Crossroads and Britney Spears was in her prime. I know. Typical. Every girl relates to this song. The simple fact of not wanting to be a child anymore, let me grow up, but also not knowing who the heck I am suppose to be. I was just a girl with divorced parents and with a new stepdad, a narrative more common than not, but to me, it was a decision made by my parents that made me feel like I will never be happy. How am I suppose to grow up with my parent's split up going back and forth and having to make decisions such as "who do I want to spend Christmas with this year?" How do my siblings and I make these decisions without hurting anyone's feelings? How will I be raised correctly? Who will I be? At this point, I had no idea I was going to continue changing throughout the years. It is not like you hit a certain age and stay that way forever.
By Sandra Blandon12 months ago in Beat
"Only $100 bucks"
Sister called and said, "I'm excited to go kayaking this Saturday, finally found a kayak, only $100 bucks, I'm picking it up tonight from a guy who is moving and trying to sell everything..." She continued on rambling. I just wanted to sleep and was not excited to go kayaking.
By Sandra Blandon12 months ago in Fiction
Longing for Another Hike
It starts with my chest.. deep in my chest.. The heavy pressure around every inch of my body is making me feel like I can't breathe.. if I take a breath I might sink, I might fade, I might drown. So I'll hold my breath for now, until I feel the air lift my bones and the warmth against my skin. I need the warmth on my skin. The breeze on the back of my neck relieving the sweat caused by my low ponytail. I need to get out of this routine. Routine. Routine. Life is more than just working for someone who pays us but does not VALUE us. I forget about my body and my mind's well being because I get so lost in this robot like structure we call the work week. It is draining us, causing stress and making us question, "is there more to life than this?" We have responsibilities, we cannot simply get up and leave. But what we can do is go on a hike. We can get up early before the sun rises go to unfamiliar territory. Allow the strength in your legs to get you to the top of the mountain. Allow your chest to work through your heavy breathing. Allow your skin to sweat and glisten. Allow your eyes to take in the scenery. The sun and the sky , whether it's blue or grey, will always accompany you to your destination. So many possibilities awaits for you. A misty waterfall crashing into the slippery rocks below or a skyline view of the city that looks perfectly placed, waiting to be discovered by you. Once discovered, take a moment. Release the tension in your jaw. Take a deep breathe through your nose and close your eyes. Allow your mind to grasp the concept of stillness and gratitude. Thank your body for getting you here. The warmth on your skin and the breeze on the back of your neck, reminding you that you are alive.
By Sandra Blandon12 months ago in Poets