So last Thursday, I was doing my semi-annual cleaning Kristina's room where I obtain free things/hang out while we remove dishes from her nightstand, dust shelves, chuck old Christmas candy etc. etc. So I was dusting Kristina's shelf when I found this 40 days and 40 nights journal. I remember we seeing it at Barnes and Noble when we were 15 and I envied it when Kristina got it. Well on Thursday I kinda borrowed it...without permission on accident kinda But I'm doing it in my own journal so no worries Kristina. It's this guided journal written by Ilene Segalove it's a like walk in the desert and slow down kinda of a thing. but in journal form. I'm on day 3 now and it turns out I'm impatient and it asks a lot of things that I don't like answering. but who knows maybe it will really be a "new" journey.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
and don't call me Pammie.
This will be short but it's important for me to say this. Tonight me and Ciara were driving back from Green River after just one of those perfect days. I told her how Price gave me her and Tadd.
"No Grace, Price gave you nothing. It is a sh*thole of a town. Don't give your pain credit. You gave yourself me and Tadd. You deserve credit. We're not friends with you because we felt sorry for you. You are our friend because you make us happy."
People ask me what I'll miss about Price.
Truth be told I'll miss none of it.
Because everything I would miss I will carry with me on to the next chapter of my life. The friends, the developing backbone, the writing, strength to face my demons they're coming with me.
Why do we think that suddenly graduation is this awful goodbye? It's not. It's an academic process.
So I'm not sad about leaving.I would use the word ecstatic. I'm happy and confident that I can do this. I've proved to myself that I can do anything because I did the CEU life. It was more than just a two year school and unless you went here, you won't understand. I'm not sure I'll ever have the words to explain it. I do have the words to say that I believe in myself.
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