When I was a little girl I had these gel sandals that were my most favorite shoes I ever owned. I remember being SO excited every time that I saw them in an Easter basket or in a bag from Payless. I stopped wearing them. I think it was mostly because they didn't last and my mom stopped buying them. I saw a coworker wearing some today and I wanted to go buy them right then and there simply for nostalgia's sake. I didn't, though. I'll look at pictures instead.
Waiting for things and not knowing the outcome is draining. I feel like I'm doing a lot of that lately. It's isn't that bad, if I'm being honest, but I prefer knowing things. It's easier to face things when you know a lot of the time.
I have mailed three letters to my best friend in the past week. I suppose you could say that I miss her. She'll be home in six or seven months. I'm excited to see her again. I'm grateful for letters, though. There is something magical about getting a letter just for you in the mail. It's kind of like Christmas.
In the third grade I missed school one day. I think I was sick. It was the day that we learned how to write the letter "z" in cursive. I had to teach myself and I'm still not confident in writing that letter. It probably didn't help that I didn't get a fantastic grade on the "z" page of my cursive handbook. Don't ask me why I remember that. I honestly have no idea.
I came home from FHE and my dad gave me gummy bears. He loves me.
Blogging is an interesting thing. My style of blogging has certainly changed over the years. It's less of a journal and more of a window into my thoughts and who I am. I really like it. I find myself re-reading posts now. . . I didn't used to do that. Of course, I never used to re-read journal entries either. I suppose I still don't read those very often. All my old filled-up journals are compiling in my dresser drawer. It makes me happy to see them.
Sometimes a hug is the best possible thing you can imagine. I'm grateful for the simple things in life that bring us joy. Life truly is wonderful.
Ha! I don't know how to write a cursive Z either. Or a upper case G very well. I make my own Z. (Seriously, I do. It looks like a regular z, only with a slight fancy curve. Bazinga.)
ReplyDeleteAlso, those shoes look like jellies. Pretty sure I wore those all the time as a kid too. I bought a pair of sandals the other day that *i cannot wear socks in. period. no stockings, or nylons, it HAS to be bare feets.* This is a huge deal for me. My mom almost fainted when she saw. So there is my shoe story of the week.
I've been blogging since 2001. Sometimes I go back and read what happened on this same day several years ago. Sometimes I read my writing and cringe and think of what a dork I was. Sometimes what I wrote was very brilliant (especially for a teenager!) and I wonder why I'm not still that brilliant. I blame Toby.
Also, I am with you on the not-knowing-the-outcome thing. Totally sucks. And you're in a transitive area of your life which makes it even harder. I'm sorry. Hang in there, okay? and if you need to vent, come find me. I been there, I done that. I survived, but barely.