MegBeck

If I could let you inside of my mind, I would have to warn you, be prepared for colors. And tidiness does not dwell here so I apologize for the mess. Upon entering the front door, which is often left open for new ideas, you will see shades of blue and purple splattered on the walls. Those colors were once stored in a box of their own in the back room, but I would open it too often and found it left me feeling a bit unhappy, so I decided to make them part of me and my living space. They are hurtful memories I've turned into beauty. Colors of orange and pink are scattered on the furniture, which I might add are mainly floating clouds I sink into often; hints of sunrise portraying reds and yellows engulf them. I love falling into these clouds, as I can dream new dreams. Phrases come when I look at objects, lyrics and poems are written in tiny lettering all over the walls. I sit in my clouds and stare at words, wondering how to let them out cleverly. I am hard at work here, always crea

I remember the conversation very well, it was a chilly fall evening sometime in late November, I sat on the couch alone crying on the phone to my best friend explaining I was injured yet again, but this time I would be out for the season. To an athlete, an injury can be one of the most depressing and isolating experiences one can face in their college career. If not surrounded by good company and a positive outlook, one can easily slip down into the rabbit hole and make themselves comfortable. My best friend ended up driving two hours to see me that night, just to sit on the couch with me. We ate ice cream like typical women going through a trial. Surgery came a few weeks later, I had my ankle cut open and my peroneal tendon pinned back into place, (for those who aren't familiar, it is the tendon that sits directly behind your ankle bone and goes up the side of your calf). Mine unfortunately was partially torn and would slip out of it's place and pop over my ankle bone while