Postit Fox
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Fine Arts major (film and photography) turned Personal Trainer turned Content Writer/SEO Marketer. All topics are fair game.
Currently on Twitter and Hive: PostItFox
proper writing website TBA
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A Secret I Have Kept
It felt like I was in a dream. I pulled my new-to-me iPhone 4S out of my pocket to capture the moment so that later I’d know for sure it was real. I kept the flash off, using the stage lights only and angling my phone just so in order to avoid the glare. I guess all those years getting a Fine Arts degree weren’t completely for naught. My heart felt so full I didn’t know whether to laugh, smile, or cry. An hour before, I’d been part of the VIP lineup to meet and take a photograph with the band, my mother’s words echoing in my ears. “You get a hug from him, don’t leave without it.” When my turn came to meet them, I squeaked out my request - twice, since he didn’t hear me the first time. He laughed, told me I was cute, and gave me a hug. I tried not to smile like an idiot for the photo, knowing this moment would take at least a week for me to fully process.
By Postit Fox6 years ago in Psyche
Helgafell
When it comes to taking a holiday I am either ridiculously over-prepared—I’m talking a binder filled with things to do and see and directions on how to get there from the hostel, possibly even a planner telling me what to do on which day—or hopelessly flying by the seat of my pants. My second visit to Iceland found me somewhere in the middle of the preparedness spectrum—I had a few ideas roughed out and vague directions, but would soon find myself terribly lost. On two separate occasions I found myself wandering the various paths of Elliðaádalur in search of Heiðmörk, an area that promised to provide a nice day adventure, but according to some locals, was actually a place for teens to go to fool around and buy drugs. In retrospect, it’s probably a good thing that I missed out on that experience, but crossing various highways and trekking through countless neighbourhoods guided only by my cell phone’s compass app wasn’t the best way to spend my time.
By Postit Fox6 years ago in Wander
Grief
Part One I miss you today. I miss you every day. Some days it just hurts less, or I should say, the hurt isn’t at the forefront. Some days. Other days, like today, I’m reduced to a sniveling mess, making a futile attempt to console myself with hot chocolate and Christmas cookies I found in the freezer. It is a shitty Band-Aid at best that will only result in my feeling worse about everything.
By Postit Fox7 years ago in Families
Habits
"There's coffee in the pot," someone says to me as I'm scooping out my Nescafé instant coffee into a mug and adding hot water from the dispenser. "All good, this is faster," I reply. I tell people I'm lazy for preferring instant coffee to the real stuff. I tell people it's because I don't know how to use the coffee machine (this much is true but I’m sure I could learn if I wanted), a variety of excuses that look like I'm making my usual self-deprecating jokes. All to avoid the truth because it's just too painful to explain and I don't want to bum any of my coworkers out first thing in the morning because of a cup of coffee. The truth is that drinking this coffee reminds me of someone—of a morning ritual I got into because of that someone—it reminds me of a time I don’t want to have turned into some distant, hazy memory. Sure, I've since made that over-burnt powder more palatable with a splash of hazelnut almond milk, but every time I take that first sip I'm briefly transported back to a small blue kitchen in Murrumba Downs, Australia.
By Postit Fox8 years ago in Families
