Friday, May 31, 2013

Small Talk

"Small Talk"
The summer sun starts melting down
Over that busy little bar in town
Secrets filling up the air,
She wonders how the night will end
With rumors floating friend to friend,
Her skin is burning from their stare.
Laughs it off, it’s nothing new,
She’s used to it, and he is too,
She won’t let them know she cares
So she just keeps her shoulders tall
And she just lets her blonde hair fall
It’s better when she’s unaware.
Oh, she fascinates them as she moves
Through crowds of faces, old and new
Making small talk here and there,
She yells, “another round for my new friends,
We don’t even care how much we spend
See, we all have broken hearts to mend
You know that’s why we’re here.”
A few more shots, a few less feelings
Tonight the tequila’s doing all healing
This girl could really use a prayer.
She bites her straw, hell bent on drinking
It keeps her from doing too much thinking,
As she falls back into her chair.

Now it’s just about that closing time,
She walks out the door into the night,
Hanging memories on the streetlights,
But tonight she won’t go home.
She’ll end up where she’s meant to be
Or maybe where she’d rather be,
But she makes sure she’s not alone.

-Holly A. Wolti
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Friday, May 24, 2013

And For the First Time I had Something To Lose

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress,
we had this big wide city all to ourselves

And darlin, it was good never looking down
And right there where we stood
was holy ground

Monday, May 20, 2013

Things Are Sweeter in Tennessee

Today is sunny and warm, and I am just a drive away from most of the people I love. I get to smell the scent of New England air and listen to the sounds of familiar laughs, and drive down streets that I could probably drive with my eyes closed. I get to bounce through the morning rush, and I get to hold doors for people, and be okay with the fact that most won't say thank you. I get to see MA and NH license plates everywhere I go, and feel comfortable that mine fits right in. This is my home, this is where I belong, yet I can't help but miss where I was last week.

I miss Tennessee and everything about it. I miss the clean, calm breezes and the laid back feeling. I miss the accents and the fact that people there actually care how my day is going. I miss that no one is pushing to get in front of the next person. I miss the clarity and the way my brain works while I'm there. I miss the comfort. I miss the excitement and the talent and the country music spilling out of every bar. I miss 2 for 1 beers. But most of all, I miss my sister. It's so hard being away from my best friend.




But I love the way I fit right in too, like I'm a Tennesee regular. Part of my heart will always be there. Nashville, can I come back soon??

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down...
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town
Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-welIs now
The night is a starry dome,
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon
-Joni Mitchell
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Friday, May 3, 2013

A Thought for the Weekend

If you can find something that makes you smile, takes you away from your every day stress, and brings you to a place in your mind where nothing makes sense but it wouldn't make sense to let the thought go, hang on to it. Let yourself shine. Design your life the way you want to, wear what you want, and surround yourself with people who bring out the best in you. Give into yourself, and don't forget, nobody's perfect. Embrace the unknown, and remember, live for today and make big decisions tomorrow.

Happy weekend, loves.

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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Live Out the Confusion Until it Becomes Clear

Where does the time really go? I mean, people always say “Ahh, it’s the work week again, where did that weekend go?” I know I’m guilty of repeating that phrase every Monday morning. But have you ever actually thought about it, or do you just smile and say “here we go again”?

Lately, I’ve put so much consideration into answering that question, probably more than I should. What I’ve figured out is that it’s a popular question to raise, but it has no quick answer. I woke up last Saturday and spent the entire day and night with my best friend Alli, and I felt like I was 18 years old again. We ate and drank more than we should, spending the whole day outside at cute little places downtown, and laughed as we realized that I’m 26 pushing 30 and it was 8 years ago that we were college roommates. I wondered where all the time had gone, but I didn’t want to sit there and analyze that. I spent the rest of the weekend hiding behind the blissful clouded vision that if I could just hang on to every piece of the night and pretend that tomorrow is so far away, it would feel real. As she and I said many times (and louder as our buzz got stronger), “today is the BEST day ever!” And it was.

Monday morning I woke up realizing it has been two full years since my boyfriend & I closed on our house. Again, where has the time gone? Two years, or even eight years will pass in the blink of an eye, but when you stop and think about it, those years are everything. It's impossible to answer where the time went in just one word. It’s millions of laughs, thousands of tears, hundreds of inside jokes, and dreams, and mistakes, and secrets, and nights you’ll never forget, or never remember. I then decided that life shouldn’t be counted in years; it should be counted in moments. If we counted how many perfect moments we find ourselves in rather than worrying about the fact that we might not find ourselves in them again, I think we’d be a lot better off.
As I sat under the hot sun on that Saturday afternoon sipping a Blue Moon and talking with my best friend, I realized something that I didn't even mean to realize---The more we stop wondering what comes next and what happened to get us where we are, the more comfortable and less confused we will be.
Cheers to that.