bloem over

Ok, first this is a gratuitous picture. The kid's just that cute, though. Also, I fixed my "National Gallery, Book of Idiot" post since the pictures were missing. That's from January of this year if you missed it!

Now, for my actual post today:


It's a poetry kind of day, it seems. Here's a poem I wrote last week.


This world I'm in is foreign still,
yet everything's familiar,
for each place that I walk into
is one I once belonged there.
The academic pace and place
I've gone back to has changed
as I have grown to be alone
in youthful talent's wake.
The other side of life I've known,
working with suited men
while sometimes being coupled up
and made single again.
Sitting in such a noisy place
at my place here for one,
amidst the twos on day for twos
tangentially undone.


Here's another poem I wrote and posted here last year. It came to mind today and I re-read it. I think I like it more now than when I originally wrote it.

Lately I haven't written much on this blog. I haven't written much poetry. All since the Brandcenter entered my life.

The biggest lessons I need to learn here aren't about advertising or branding or corporate culture. What I need to learn here is the same as anywhere: I am ok.


Still, I hear repeated mention of my courage. People tell me nice things. And then there are some who do just the opposite. How will I deal with both kinds of encounters?


Often I think I am just the same Natalie, facing the same demons, in the same manner. But maybe I deserve more credit. I'm seeing that I bounce back more quickly and keep going. I try to believe the good that others say they see in me. I try to put mean people in their proper place in my head and heart.

I'm not sure which of these tasks is the most difficult. They're all intertwined. As improves one, so do the others.


I will continue this fight and persevere the best I possibly can. I'll keep going even when I want to quit. And I'll keep trying to make those who love me proud of me. Including myself.