Its a thin line that divides the ocean and the sky.
A thin line which divides you and I.
A small space.
Without a trace, feelings vanish before my eyes.
People leave to go back home and I am left here all alone.
Resting by the ocean and taking in the sky.
The waves are restless and so am I.
Written:2004 Posted: May 22, 2006
Found these old pix as I was traveling through a time warp in MSN hotmail land from 2005-2006.
I had really dark hair for a season here and there. I lived in New York and Indiana. I dated a hockey player. Seems so weird and long ago that life.
It’s crazy how much we change as time goes by. I’ve been through so many different stages and likes, habits and hobbies.
When I really think about it like now it’s quite amazing. I’m really excited for the future.
Who knows what I will get up to, my wildest dreams I guess. I’m happy to get wiser as I get older too, make better decisions that way.
Have a great day 🙂
“Be careful what you wish for” Mum said to me today as I was chatting her about what I’m up to. She called via Skype from the boat on the East Coast of Canada. Been a couple days since we last taked. Before she went on her sailing trip we used to chat almost daily. I would fill her on on what I’m up to. She inspires me, always has. I miss her. Everything I’m doing r I always wanteight now… the parties, the makeup the hair the clothes. It’s all new to me. I always wanted to be doing this stuff. Mum says luck is where preperation meets opportunity. I feel grateful. I’ve worked my ass off the last few years.
I arrived in Toronto five years ago post uni in Australia. Back then, I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do. I just did it. I believed in myself and I worked hard at whatever it was I was doing. When I was younger I used to say I wanted to be really well known for being good at something, I wasn’t sure what it was yet. Maybe I still don’t? Either way, I have always been determined. When I really want to do something there is little to no stopping me. Mum will for SURE tell you that. I want to interview her one day so you can meet her. She’s not been able to read my blog much from the boat, she usually reads it daily to see what I’m up to. She said it makes her happy. It makes me happy too.
I love looking back on what I was doing previous years, same time. Makes me dream big about what I might be doing next year. Quite looking forward to the long flight to New Zealand, that twenty or so hours to myself is going to be magical. I wonder if there will be internet? I hope no.
Hope you are not annoyed with my TIFFing. I am excited and I will continue to be excited about my life. You should be excited for yours too. It’s the only one you will ever have.
Thank you for reading. Love Casie xo
When I was in grade school I was part of a skipping team for the Heart & Stroke Foundation. We went around to schools like yours and did crazy tricks like doing a cartweheel in to a double dutch with chinese ropes. We practiced often and had heaps of tricks. We were called the Preston Pump-Ups. We had one routien called 12th Street Rag and the melody got faster and faster and you had to speed up your steps. If you lasted till the end, you were good. I could do it pretty well. I really loved skipping.
(photo via laurencephilomene)
The content. The character.
The me. The judge.
Judge of content.
Character, the judge.
The judge of character.
The character of content.
Content my judge.
Of me, my character.
eye see rad people.