Shifting
Last night I had a conversation. It wasn't even like, a scintillating and witty repartee, but it opened my eyes to different ideas about myself and people in general, and our tendencies, and as calm and laid back and sometimes silent as it was--it was still the first thing on my mind in the morning and it made me feel good. That hasn't happened in a long time.
A couple nights ago I went out and saw the most amazing movie ever made. I wouldn't call it "good," but it was definitely amazing. Thanks to be there with the right people, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt (something that also hasn't happened in a long time, whereas it used to be almost every night), and I left feeling like I'd just been doing drugs for two hours straight (that is, if I knew what drugs were actually like).
The next day was my cousin's wedding. It was all of tender and crazy and every kind of fun, good to see the family again. I left and returned to Alma that night feeling beautiful.
I love people. I love the people I've been spending time with lately and I love my new residents and I love the people arriving at school. I love to be able to open up my door, stick my head out, and say hi to people. I love my job and I love college life.
In the last two weeks I've been in such a blue funk (I hate it when I get like that...how bloody annoying) and I feel like I need to go talk to Emily, who can somehow miraculously always revive me and remind me of the person I strive to be. Well, maybe not remind me, because I know, but--incite me. Encourage me. Challenge me. Right now.
Also, I am making Christmas prezzies.
Also, I am debating moving to a new journal location. I think I'd keep this one around--it has good writings, my best memories, my good moments, my bad moments. It reminds me of things I've learned from and in ways I've grown and matured, certain bits of identity that are important to hold on to, but the journal itself feels unlived-in to me now, like an old pink-hearted seashell. Probably because so much life has been recorded here over the course of the last 2.5 years. The reasons I wrote here, that I even started writing here, don't really exist anymore, and even writing in it...it feels dusty now. Old. So I'll probably be moving on shortly. I shall keep you informed.
Thanks for everything, guys. You know I love you.
*bamf*
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A couple nights ago I went out and saw the most amazing movie ever made. I wouldn't call it "good," but it was definitely amazing. Thanks to be there with the right people, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt (something that also hasn't happened in a long time, whereas it used to be almost every night), and I left feeling like I'd just been doing drugs for two hours straight (that is, if I knew what drugs were actually like).
The next day was my cousin's wedding. It was all of tender and crazy and every kind of fun, good to see the family again. I left and returned to Alma that night feeling beautiful.
I love people. I love the people I've been spending time with lately and I love my new residents and I love the people arriving at school. I love to be able to open up my door, stick my head out, and say hi to people. I love my job and I love college life.
In the last two weeks I've been in such a blue funk (I hate it when I get like that...how bloody annoying) and I feel like I need to go talk to Emily, who can somehow miraculously always revive me and remind me of the person I strive to be. Well, maybe not remind me, because I know, but--incite me. Encourage me. Challenge me. Right now.
Also, I am making Christmas prezzies.
Also, I am debating moving to a new journal location. I think I'd keep this one around--it has good writings, my best memories, my good moments, my bad moments. It reminds me of things I've learned from and in ways I've grown and matured, certain bits of identity that are important to hold on to, but the journal itself feels unlived-in to me now, like an old pink-hearted seashell. Probably because so much life has been recorded here over the course of the last 2.5 years. The reasons I wrote here, that I even started writing here, don't really exist anymore, and even writing in it...it feels dusty now. Old. So I'll probably be moving on shortly. I shall keep you informed.
Thanks for everything, guys. You know I love you.
*bamf*
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