Taylor Jackson


C’est vrai…

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Awesome Song lol, I love rowing…

Here it is! “2k” a parody of Rebecca Black’s “Friday”. Written, Performed and recorded by yours truly. I hope you enjoy it. I had so much fun with this! haha

Let me know what you think!

Croker

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Lyrics:

 5am waking up in the morning

Gotta get dressed, gotta find spandex

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have oatmeal

Seeing everything the time is goin’

Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’

Gotta get down to the boathouse

Gotta find my boat, I see my crew

Settin’ rate at stroke seat

Tappin’ it in bow seat

Gotta make up my mind

Which seat can I take?

We’re Rowing, Rowing

Set this boat keep rowing

Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the 2k, 2k

Rowing, Rowing

Ignore that crab keep rowing

Everybody’s looking forward to the 2k, 2k

Power 10, Power 10 (yeah)

Power 10, Power 10 (yeah)

Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Stroke

Lookin’ forward to the 2k

7:15 gettin’ off of the water

Up and over heads, Skew and down to shoulders

Coxswain calls the next call

You know what it is

Walk it out, walk it out

Hands out, watch the riggers

Low heads now, low heads now

Put it into racks

Settin’ rate at stroke seat

Tappin’ it in bow seat

Gotta make up my mind

Which seat can I take?

Chorus

Yesterday was Monday, Monday

Today it is Tuesday, Tuesday

We, we, we so terrified now

So terrified now

Ergs set up in the bay

Thinkin’ about fakin’ sick

Coach, do we really have to?

I just want this erg test to end!

Chorus

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Via Have no envy, have no fear.


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twloha:

In 2006, actor Stephen Fry received a letter from a girl struggling with depression. This was his response.


Via To Write Love on Her Arms: Behind The Scenes

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twloha:

“Joy”
Oceana

I believe with all of my heart that the Hallmark cards lie.

I believe that you can choose who you love, but you can never choose who loves you.

That’s beautiful and frustrating and unfair and overly gracious.

This summer, in a moment of honesty and through a thinly veiled smile, a friend asked, “What is giving you joy today?” It took me a second to answer. Not like a quick second, but more like a time-slows-down-like-in-the-movies-when-it’s-really-important-to-catch-the-details second. Like, “Chad, watch your step on this one. Collect your thoughts. Your friend needs you to share some real joy. He needs it. Don’t be cheap. Don’t say ‘love’ or ‘family.’ Prove something to him.”

His question was almost more like a challenge. And that challenge became more like a conversation within myself. I think I showed him a picture of my parents’ dog, which still may have been a cop out, but I was able to use that picture to launch a conversation, which I think is what he wanted all along …

My friend needed me to know that he was in pain, and I needed him to know that he couldn’t scare me away.

“And I see that I’m sure I won’t hide, I won’t hide …”

There was a certain joy from being able to care for my friend in that moment. I told him that I was proud of him for not shying away from the hard talks. He told me that he was thankful for an opportunity to be real.

Love is a conversation, and it’s not always one that is initially hopeful or joyful or inspiring. Sometimes it takes time and retrospect to see how love grows into those things. Sometimes it’s a conversation that takes place in our own heads, but is most productive when fleshed out with folks who love you without reason.

“So hold me higher, I caught you.
You caught me, and this I see.”

Love is a trust fall.

We are facing the same direction, and perhaps unaware that anyone else shares our point of view, but in our moments of resignation or vulnerability or abandon we can find a teammate, a cheerleader, who will still sees us as something to be proud of. Who can help us catch ourselves when we fall …

… and I guess that’s the thing Hallmark misses sometimes about true friendship rooted in love — the catching works both ways.

—Chad
TWLOHA Staff

Via To Write Love on Her Arms: Behind The Scenes

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