what am i doing?
I don't know what has come over me and persuaded me to update.
Maybe it's because Katie has left and I can't believe she won't be here to spend the rest of the summer with us. And I can't even fathom not seeing her again until Thanksgiving.
Maybe it's because Laura called me yesterday and we had a bad connection (damn Hanover, middle of nowhereness!) and I had to hang up. Maybe it's because it could possibly be a month shy of a year until I see her again if I she isn't able to come visit Vandy before Thanksgiving.
Maybe it's because I've been putting off thinking about the gum surgery I have to have this week and now I'm not sure how I'm going to handle knowing what they are doing to my mouth and just having to lay there while they do it and try to stop myself from being sick to my stomach.
Maybe it's because of the feeling of happiness I had hanging out with my journalism girls and doing something nice for Mrs. V-R/Tif. Maybe it was the happiness of volunteering outside of my job. Maybe it was the happiness of being a part of something so traditionally catholic (St. Tim's parish festival: making money for the parish through drinking, gambling, bingo, and of course kids games too...and seeing the middle schoolers gather in clumps and remembering how I used to be a clumper)
Maybe it's because of the scary way my future flashed before my eyes at the St. Tim's fest when I see all the single 20-somethings mingling and obviously trying to find a suitable catholic mate...what if that is me?
Maybe it's simply because I miss writing. I haven't written in my real journal for weeks and I think I'm trying to put off writing in it because there are too many things I have to confront myself on and improve on. I have SO many things to be thankful for...I wish there was a machine that helped me remember that all the time.
Maybe it's because Katie has left and I can't believe she won't be here to spend the rest of the summer with us. And I can't even fathom not seeing her again until Thanksgiving.
Maybe it's because Laura called me yesterday and we had a bad connection (damn Hanover, middle of nowhereness!) and I had to hang up. Maybe it's because it could possibly be a month shy of a year until I see her again if I she isn't able to come visit Vandy before Thanksgiving.
Maybe it's because I've been putting off thinking about the gum surgery I have to have this week and now I'm not sure how I'm going to handle knowing what they are doing to my mouth and just having to lay there while they do it and try to stop myself from being sick to my stomach.
Maybe it's because of the feeling of happiness I had hanging out with my journalism girls and doing something nice for Mrs. V-R/Tif. Maybe it was the happiness of volunteering outside of my job. Maybe it was the happiness of being a part of something so traditionally catholic (St. Tim's parish festival: making money for the parish through drinking, gambling, bingo, and of course kids games too...and seeing the middle schoolers gather in clumps and remembering how I used to be a clumper)
Maybe it's because of the scary way my future flashed before my eyes at the St. Tim's fest when I see all the single 20-somethings mingling and obviously trying to find a suitable catholic mate...what if that is me?
Maybe it's simply because I miss writing. I haven't written in my real journal for weeks and I think I'm trying to put off writing in it because there are too many things I have to confront myself on and improve on. I have SO many things to be thankful for...I wish there was a machine that helped me remember that all the time.