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This is me: Victoria Virden Journal Writing/ Storytelling May 4th, 2022
Table of Contents: 1. Introduction 2. Bob 3. A Notebook of Hope: 4. How the Covid pandemic forever changed me. 5. My friend Mary 6. Forgiveness 7. A very bad mistake 8. My grandpa’s Clock 9. My writing habits 10. A word of thanks 11. CT Courier Traveler Article Introduction: My life is on these pages you are about to read. My life and my story, I will take with me to death. I have been working on these printed words since January. This is my second writing class this year! It has been one of the hardest times for me. Some stories that resurface are hard to handle and some make me smile. Here are some of my best writings for your reading pleasure. Keep in mind that these are my feelings. You may feel differently about them and that’s okay. Our differences are what makes us interesting human beings. For once, I am proud of what I have achieved on these pages! I feel like it has made me stronger, and more understanding of myself and others. I have also learned to accept me for me. So, as you drift into the story of my life, keep in mind, we are all amazingly diverse. And most importantly, I hope you enjoy this sneak peek into my life’s journey! Happy reading indeed!
Bob: Bob Dylan’s writings really inspired me to have better dreams. It was this time that I could use it too for good and change. It was when my dad played me the gravelly voiced Bob Dylan that songs are just fancy poems. It was the song “Blowin in the Wind”. He wrote down what was bothering him. I realized then; I too could possibly do this. Chills went down my adolescent spine, when he said the answers were blowing somewhere out there in the wind. It suddenly made sense to me. From that day on, I vowed to myself to write every single day. I would like to see some change in this world; plus, in my own life! I want to write it down, so I can help others, so the answers are not gone with the wind anymore! It spoke to me on a much deeper level than most songs have. It taught me that I am supposed to write. Bob Dylan taught me that anyone can write from deep down inside themselves. It can change their environment. Most of the time the change is for the better! This song really inspired me. Next time you hear it remember this story!
A Notebook of Hope: If I made a notebook of hope today, I would include my poetry book that I wrote and my work from my Creative Writing class. These are the two things I have hoped and prayed for the most and I am very proud of them! I would also have a bumper sticker, from College Hill Coffee, a place where I work. I would keep a picture of me and my family. My report cards from college and high school are among my most cherished possessions. I want to show others that with hope, prayer, and desire goals can become reality! It usually happens when you are about to give up, and you least expect it. But it does happen, and when it does it makes you better, and stronger than ever before.
How the Covid pandemic forever changed me: The Covid 19 pandemic has forever changed me. Before the pandemic happened, I felt safe and sheltered. I was like, a breakable expensive, priceless doll kept in a locked-up cupboard. But, when you looked at it, it wouldn’t get ruined or upset, you could only look at it, that is all. Knowing this now, that I am no longer this way. The pandemic was a shock and a change that took all that I thought was the best of me away! I still don’t understand how all those people could die off, vanish from the earth, and how others remain jobless. I could never understand the full story or see the whole picture. Being the strong adult that I am, I do not feel strong at all. So, I panicked a lot, I thought the world was at its crumbling end. I then hit the deepest darkest depression I had been in a long time. Now I’m sort of happy. I can tolerate the pain from the pandemic. But something is missing in this world besides all the people. I wish I could make the world happier and easier for everyone, but I just can’t do it by myself! I also wish I could erase all the bad it has done from human history! But I can’t, no matter how hard I try, some of us continue to live on in this world anyway!
My friend Mary: Mary Gann is my caregiver and friend. She has been like another mom. She was my case manager before I moved in with her family. Mary had helped me out of some bad situations, before I came and moved into her home. This is what I would tell her, but I cannot seem to do a very good job of it. Me: I would like to thank you for all you do and have done for me! Mary: I wanted to help you reach your full potential and reach your goals in life. And to be good to yourself! Me: You know I am beginning to see that life is short, you are right! If I had never needed services and if Mary had never gone into case-management, then we probably never would have crossed paths, then I would have never met such a great friend who is close like a mom to me.
Forgiveness: Today, I forgive my mom, for the last time we fought. We fought in the past, more than I would like to admit to. We both have our own issues and opinions in our lives. Sometimes they just don’t always match up with each other. She really hurt my feelings, words can be hurtful and sting. But the weird thing is I forgot what we fought about. I just remember it hurt. I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore. She has probably forgotten all about it. I remember and hold on, that’s part of my problem! Today, I make peace with her, and myself! I will start fresh, new with a beginning of a new day. Mom, I forgive you! Do you forgive me too? I’m sorry!
A very bad mistake: The hardest and most costly lesson I have ever had was when I went out with him. I should have known better! I even thought he was the one! I said I love you too soon. He was the only one that I could see that had wanted me for more than just a friend. I thought I would marry him, and we would have two kids, and a nice house. Boy, was I ever wrong. Now I can’t stand to think about him or this mistake for too long. I can’t bear the thought of how stupid I was to give my heart out to some guy I barely knew. I was really upset when I finally woke up and saw what he was doing and how he treated me, for those two years. As I am writing this, I do believe I have finally moved on. I am working on myself, and to never give my heart away so soon. But maybe in my distant future God will give me a better guy. But, for now I am enjoying my freedom, and a trip to Las Vegas with just me and my friends! Here’s to my happy single and free life!
My grandpa’s Clock: My Grandpa Joe, my family, and I went to a trip to the furniture store. There he saw a big grandfather clock. it in all of its chiming glory. If all our family bought enough furniture, he could get it. My whole family some way ended up, buying enough furniture so he could have what he truly always wanted: A grandfather clock with carved wooden accents, a moon and stars pattern, and a nice strong heavy pendulum. This seemed to always keep us in time and together with little change. Soon my grandpa thought the music of the chimes grew to be an annoying sound, then he turned it off. It kept time for a while after that, but I don’t think it does anymore. Now it’s at my mom’s home in a corner of her living room. After she has possession of it, I hope to have it! Looking at the clock forever keeps in time with my memory of him!
My writing habits: My ideal writing space is when I’m home alone in my room with light classic rock playing in the background. I don’t have to break any rules. I have been writing since the age of 10. The only rule I could break is write the whole entire day and nothing else! Then become fearful of what others might think of me or worry about me. It is almost always pleasurable for me. I think these situations and conditions are ideal for my happiest writing environment. It is out of habit and normally done this way. One thing you should know about me is I don’t like good things to change! A Word of Thanks: A word of thanks to all my family, my mom, dad, and stepdad Kevin. I am also thankful for the support from Mary and Jeff Gann and all my friends. This portfolio is dedicated to my grandpa Joe who has recently passed on to glory! I would also like to thank David A. Seaton who helped me write the article for the CT Courier Traveler at the end of my portfolio. Thanks also to all my instructors past and present. Thanks to all who have read this so far because it means a lot to me.