Two things have happened lately that struck me with a bout of serious pessimism.
1. My brother got into an accident, suffered head trauma, and stayed in the hospital for FIVE DAYS.
2. To cap it all off, I just lost my phone – and with it over 300 contacts within the industry that I work in. Continue reading
It’s not because it’s the end of the year.
It’s not because it’s my birthday in a few short hours.
It’s not because everyone who has a blog is compelled to have a year-end post.
It’s not because this post is also my vow to write and roll in 2012.
It’s not because I’m a little regretful and happy and excited all at the same time.
It’s not because I have a very good reason to write something…
Well, I think I do.
Just because.
I could still remember how, when I was eight, very reluctant and embarrassed I was to admit that I had a crush on this certain boy in my class. And I didn’t even like the boy because I thought he was cute (he is, actually, now that I think about it). I liked him because he was the only boy who didn’t mess with me. He recognized my strength and considered me an equal, which meant we could play together, which is cool especially in our class where there was a definite divide between girls and boys.
Maybe you’d tell me that’s way too deep thinking for an eight-year-old. Seriously, though, that’s how I felt. I liked him very much because he respected me. I was a little tomboyish then and he didn’t mock me and that was nice. He let me punch his arm in eight-year-old bro-fist fashion. Continue reading
I can’t remember when and where I saw this quote and I’m not sure that I have it here word for word, but this quote has stuck with me from the time I first read it -
“We have all the time in the world. We have right now and that is all the time there ever is.”
I think we all believe in that other adage – that there’s still tomorrow to make things better. The problem with that is tomorrow is not yet ours. Those remaining hours, days, months, years of tomorrow in our lives have yet to come. They are ours but we can’t do anything with those moments except to wait for them. Continue reading
I always say that I’m afraid of cockroaches and frogs and other critters, but when I look back on it, I’m actually not – I just don’t like them a whole lot and I’m scared of them because they’re just plain creepy (don’t you agree?).
I think the word “afraid” is more profound than “scared”. Maybe because the word afraid is closer to the word “fear” and fear is what could eventually cripple you if you don’t do something about it. Continue reading