|Connecticut born and raised! College student and entrepreneur. Joined 2018, Lettrs fellow.|
The other day I watched a Little League game from the parking lot.
I no longer play baseball, but I still love it. The car ride over as you shake with a combination of nerves and pure excitement. The team chants from inside the dugout as their teammate makes their footing in the batters’ box. America’s Pastime holds something special about it, the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face. Whether you’re an avid fan or just the person accompanying someone who enjoys the game, it’s hard to withhold a grin while at the ballpark.
It’s moments like these where I choose to put my phone down for all of 10 minutes and sit in the car, watching the sun set behind the left field fence where I’m broug...
This summer I worked as a beach attendant.
I sat in a wooden shack for hours at a time, dripping in sweat to the point where the sand stuck to every part of my body.
It was in that wooden shack where I took advantage of the opportunity to explore myself. There’s no cell service down there, just sand, dozens of beach chairs, and the ocean.
With that said, our group of teenagers went with the classic tactic of basic conversation to explore each other. I got the opportunity to learn about my new location, the style of life here, and about the people who I worked with who have become dear friends of mine. I had the opportunity as I stared at the water for hours consistently, to think about ...
Goodbyes are never easy, nor will they ever be.
Some are temporary, some forever, and the others are undetermined.
Nonetheless, saying goodbye to someone rarely brings you joy. There are so many possible emotions that can be felt, and tears or a bitter taste in your mouth are not uncommon ones.
I said goodbye today, and it hurt. Matter of fact, it hurt before I even had the chance to say it, just the thought alone brought tears to the brim of my eyelids.
We are human, it is OK and it is expected that we feel these things. No matter what goodbye it is that you have to say now, tomorrow, or in years to come, express those emotions, tell and/or show what the person what they mean to you....
Embrace the support of those who sacrifice for your own well being.
Those who give their all and unintentionally become your hero.
The world would not work the way it does without the love, care, and support that our fathers have provided us with.
Thanks for everything you’ve given and taught me over the course of the years, dad. You are the #bestinmen
Excited to take the next 4 years of my life and Lettrs to Bentley University next year! Great opportunity to share the love of Lettrs in a new place!
Wishing every lettr writer a very happy Easter Sunday! May the best come to you in the future!
Happy Monday everyone!
Today I pose a quick question for all the Lettrs users out there - What made you choose Lettrs?
Please leave your answers in the comment section, I look forward to reading them!
Spring is almost here! Only a few more weeks until spring break and i can’t wait any longer. Who doesn’t love sunshine and no snow?
I’ve witnessed a common theme in action recently. “Sometimes the hardest decisions are the best ones.”
We’ve seen in politics and in life, there’s never a 100% approval rating with a decision. Some people will like you for it, others won’t. The truth is, no matter what the decision is, there’s a reason it was made.
We don’t always like hearing things, but we set ourselves up for what that decision is subconsciously. Our lives go according to plan and it will hurt in that moment, but in the end it all turns out just fine.
Stay true to yourself, and who you are, do great things.
Today is one of memoriam and gratitude to a man who forever changed the world. Thank you for your courage, leadership, and motivation, Dr. King!
Forgetting the past
This topic may be the hardest anyone ever has to face. The idea of forgetting the unforgettable.
Our pasts are filled with all sorts of different kinds of memories, the happy, the sad, the angry. Why is it that some naturally fade away, while others choose to stay? Is there a significance behind what stays in our minds? Will our thoughts that we once saw vanish and somehow reappear one day, with in a different context and deeper meaning?
Our minds are wonderful banks of art and creativity. Anything and everything that has been, and will he originated on this earth has come from someone’s mind. Is it possible that every creation has come from a memory? A trigger from the...