On Being Here Now

Chelcy Pine is a 24-year-old Central Michigan University Alumni from Pinckney, Michigan. Majoring in English with a Creative Writing Concentration, she moved to San Diego, California to jumpstart her career in Poetry/Fiction/Screenwriting. After graduating with her Bachelors in May 2013, she has been in San Diego for a year and has found a passion for Holistic Health and is enrolled back in a Natural Institution to study Yoga, Hypnotherapy, and Energy Healing to earn a certificate as Holistic Health Practitioner. Chelcy still continues to write, whether it is on a daily blog or in poetry, and ultimately plans on continuing to grow in various forms on education and do travel writing for a career.

There are so many articles we are forced to read in college.
So many chapters we don’t give a fuzzy about, so many irrelevant notes.

What are we in such a hurry for?

If you’re anything like me, you’re rushing to get the next project done.
Assignment after midterm after event after final exam, you’re obsessing over how to perfect the next one. You spend countless hours in the library, absorbing knowledge.
If you’re anything like me, being smart doesn’t come naturally.
You have to work four times as hard just for an A-.

When I was 18, I got accepted in to Central Michigan University and it was everything to me, being the only school I planned on applying to– it was close to home (Pinckney, MI) and it was full of people that reminded me of everyone I would leave behind after high school– all of the homies who had no problem sleeping in a pile of each other, ten deep on one long couch, only to wake up laughing and snuggling the same all morning.

Throughout the years I began studying Creative Writing (Poetry and Fiction) there, I looked back on this reason for attending and shook my head at the immaturity. Now, I’m finding my way back to the innocence and significance of such purpose in my endeavors and wondering if maybe losing track of those moments is where we all seem to get it twisted.

What I’m saying here is this is how it started- my whole craving for the insignificant. Soon, I was consumed by the successes I had in writing; the short stories workshops, the group therapy that stemmed from sharing each others poetry. I joined the English Honor Society, almost by accident, because in addition to working two jobs (one as a manager of a BIGGBY Coffee Shop in the mornings, and one as a restaurant server at Ruby Tuesday during the nights), I felt that I just wasn’t DOING enough.

Why settle for a B- when you could read for 10 extra hours and ace it?

During this time, I somehow managed to live with my best friend from middle school to the present and three other girls who I had met my freshman year and learned to love deeply throughout our time together. I held down the utmost genuine and compassionate relationship for all five years of college with someone I thought I would marry and have one hundred of his little blonde babies.

A year after graduation, I stand here looking back and can only give you one piece of advice:


Look at this fragile moment. Each one, encompassing memories.
All of the times we finished a box of Franzia and chased the cats around the living room. The time I broke my wrist snowboarding and they all stopped at Taco Bell on the way home and ate INSIDE or the time everyone almost got pregnant to the time we let strangers sleep on our couches and hid in our rooms brainstorming how to kick them out or ate weed brownies and sat in paralysis on top of each other for hours. To every single “you’re not being crazy” when they were absolutely being insane, to sewing each other christmas gifts, to chasing flashing red lights in the sky to such great distances that we got lost in the middle of Michigan (for no real reason).

Or was there a reason?

From the times we fell in love with each other’s laughter to the times we fell in love–

I’ll tell you why you should accept that B-:
because there is going to be a day when you don’t get to live in a four-by-four sized dorm with three of the best people you ever were lucky enough to meet in this lifetime. A day that you can’t wake all three of those people up squealing because you had a nightmare and you have to tell someone before it becomes REAL.
There will be a day that your degree will lead to you to an office where some people don’t understand that you trickle a little piss every time you giggle or possibly a space where everyone looks at you after a story and declares “You ABSOLUTELY are insane.”

There will be a day where you are all going to float to different cities and when you land, you’re going to question love in its absence because you’re no longer used to not constantly being fed by it.

I’m not saying life becomes depressing– in fact, these memories are what make it so that I am living just as beautifully now as I did then. I’m saying those moments are easiest to hold on to when you are living INSIDE of them rather than before or after them in all of the anxiety that may lead to or follow them.

Books can only teach you so much.
Quality time and human experience, that is where we really learn.

Absorb the moment. Kick the leaves. Embrace each other’s company. Make ways to find the fascinating parts of your readings and tell them to each other in the warmth of your living rooms in the middle of the winter when you have no choice but to curl up on the couch and avoid the blizzards outside. Drink WINE. Pay attention to your breath. Dance to any sound even when it’s hard to hear them. Kiss everyone you care about on the lips. Kiss them just as hard as you do soft. Feel the snow when it falls and wake up in the middle of the night to chase each other in it.

Take the B-. Make it worth your time.

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