So, it’s Monday at 6:30 a.m. and I just got in from going on yet another (torturous) training run for these half marathons that I signed up for this fall. And the sun is just starting to come up through the window behind my desk. I have a small grey cup of coffee sitting next…
Author: Ally Boyd
The grandest optimist. Possibly running out of ideas.
Running, Crawling, Dragging
A little while ago I decided to go through my drafts folder for this blog. There were bits an pieces of post ideas that dated back to when I first started this in 2015, so I was kind of weeding through them and trying to skim for ideas that I can grow upon now. I…
Identity (part 31027)
I am a writer. I call myself a writer. A self-proclaimed master of words. An author. I put pen to paper (and fingers to keys) and try to make ideas feel alive. The goal is to have some sort of visceral effect on the reader. To write something that matters. To make sense of things…
Life. Lines.
I’m seeing them everywhere at the moment. In the backside of leaves that are turned towards the light, in the veins running through the palm of my hands, in the layers of sediment that make up the walls of the Grand Canyon. All I’ve been seeing are these lines pulsing through everything around me that…
Tell me something.
I feel anxious that Indy Pride is only a week away. It feels both exciting and kind of sad. But I know it will be a day to remember, without question. My mind feels fuzzy around the edges lately. Almost like there is a thought or a word on the tip of my tongue at…
Release
and you realized that diamonds could have formed under the pressure you held, like a safety blanket between your shoulders. that mountain ranges had formed from the tension in your neck, the volcanoes finally erupting when you exhaled for what felt like the first time the gravitational pull has fought hard against the ideas in…
What are you afraid of?
Tonight was my first time meeting with my new therapist. See, I have been in therapy since February, but it took me weeks to build up the courage to actually ask for a new counselor even though I knew pretty much from the start that it just wasn’t a good fit. Because it was the…
Nostalgia of changing season.
It smells like summer now. Driving home tonight I had all the windows rolled down in my car and it finally felt like summer had arrived. That heat that clings to your skin has been in town for the last couple of days and I started my Monday by going on a 5 mile walk…
Power Lines
The view from my front porch is largely dominated by a set of power lines that string across the street like lack-luster Christmas lights. One of the poles is covered in transformers and the configuration of the wires and boxes mesmerizes me for some reason. I spent a large part of my evening tonight just…
Three.
Well, I’ve made it to day three of blogging every day for seven days. Almost halfway there. Almost. Almost is such a strange word. It’s a word for a placeholder, something that is meant to describe the in-between while also implying that the thing being described is also missing some preconceived mark. But that’s besides…
