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Where I Hang My Hat
Isabel Randolph, 13
Ohio
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There are so many ways to deal with stress, to handle grief, and to ease anger. There are different ways for everyone, everywhere. We each have to find our own way to handle what life throws at us.
My way is writing. Poems, stories, song lyrics, biographies—you name it, and I've probably written something in that category. I love to write. One of my biggest dreams is to get a book published. I write articles for magazines, and I write in my journal almost daily. It may have taken me awhile, but I've found my way to deal with life. It works pretty well, too.
Just over one year ago, my mother passed away. After her death, I was a mess. I didn't care about schoolwork anymore, and I grew distant from my friends. One day, one of my friends said, "Isabel, you seem different. It's like, you're scared or something. "
At the time, I just brushed her off. I thought she was crazy. Scared, me? But now, when I look back on that day, I realize she was right. I was scared.
It's been almost exactly one year since my friend made that remark. My life is different now. As I sit here on my bedroom floor, listening to old CDs, I remember my old life, and I compare it to my new one. Ever since I've started writing, I've been different. More together, more centered, less scared. I'm ready to roll with the punches, and take whatever life throws at me.
So, when it comes to where I hang my hat, writing is my place. Some people like to talk to others, and I tip my hat to them. If that's their way, and it helps them cope with things, then I say let them do it. I know other people turn to art, or music, or something else that they enjoy, but writing's the way for me.
It doesn't matter who we are, or what we do, just so long as we each have somewhere to hang our hats.
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