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Dana Elizabeth
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“In the midst of winter, I found there was within me was an invincible summer.” -Albert Careb

A phoenix from the ashes my wings always found flight. Warming feathers in summer bliss was common. It was poignant and relaxing though utterly meaningless. Ignorance was a temporal freedom until reality came crashing in cold as abandoned waters of the arctic. Frozen by the battle of summer’s song and reality’s race it was impossible and improbable to move forward with no goal.

A life without something to strive for gets nowhere except repeated circles digging oneself deeper into a pit of repetition and nothingness. While enjoying life I found myself caught in blindness and having naught to do nor obtain except more of what I already had, amounting to twenty four pennies when all I needed was a quarter.

The things I did were fun but not taking me anywhere. I was trapped in an infinite loop of severe occupations to crushing boredom. My conflict between a nice life and doing something worth it was on a tightrope losing its balance. I needed something. I needed to work. I needed to do and contribute to the world that has given me so much instead of taking away and being useless. I needed purpose and to have excellence in it to give back to the summer’s song present in my heart. I sought for an answer desperate for a change and I found something.

I found my calling.

Before I was seventeen and seeking summer’s song. Now, I am eighteen and earning excellence.

My name is Dana and I adore pretty words. I am presently a freshman at Hope International University pursuing a career in psychology. I’ve fought many battles both winning and losing. My goal is to continue to strive for excellence in this race of life to give back to the summer that has been given to me.

"In every word written there is some truth."
Interests
Yes, I am alive.
Yes, I am still writing.
Yes, I still care and think about you all.

A quick and brief summary of new events.
  • Became an adult(yay eighteen)
  • Licensed driver
  • Graduated high school the day after
  • Summer of adventures
  • Moved out into dorm
  • Began college
  • Initiated into college newspaper as Assistant Copy Editor
  • Have lost 60 lbs collectively this year
There are miscellaneous events coming up but aren't of said importance to mention until it comes to fruition.

I am joyous, loving life and utterly blessed. Things keep getting better with each passing day. I am living and attending a great school and am working my hardest.

The new about me for this year:
"In the midst of winter, I found there was within me was an invincible summer." -Albert Careb

A phoenix from the ashes my wings always found flight. Warming feathers in summer bliss was common. It was poignant and relaxing though utterly meaningless. Ignorance was a temporal freedom until reality came crashing in cold as abandoned waters of the arctic. Frozen by the battle of summer's song and reality's race it was impossible and improbable to move forward with no goal. 

A life without something to strive for gets nowhere except repeated circles digging oneself deeper into a pit of repetition and nothingness. While enjoying life I found myself caught in blindness and having naught to do nor obtain except more of what I already had, amounting to twenty four pennies when all I needed was a quarter.

The things I did were fun but not taking me anywhere. I was trapped in an infinite loop of severe occupations to crushing boredom. My conflict between a nice life and doing something worth it was on a tightrope losing its balance. I needed something. I needed to work. I needed to do and contribute to the world that has given me so much instead of taking away and being useless. I needed purpose and to have excellence in it to give back to the summer's song present in my heart. I sought for an answer desperate for a change and I found something.

I found my calling.

Before I was seventeen and seeking summer's song. Now, I am eighteen and earning excellence.

My name is Dana, presently a freshman at Hope International University pursuing a career in psychology. I've fought many battles both winning and losing. My goal is to continue to strive for excellence in this race of life to give back to the summer that has been given to me.

  • Mood: Delighted
  • Drinking: Pumpkin Spice Latte

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