even now I can't

Apr 04, 2010 23:14

I can remember, the night before super sectionals my freshman year. For some reason, I wanted to sleep in the guest bedroom. And I remember thinking that if we could just do a good enough job to qualify for state. I would be letting people down if we didn't make it. I remember crying, hoping.

I can't see it clearly, the last banquet. But I can remember crying. I couldn't let it go. I didn't want to. Even now I can't remember. The routines, the practices, the laughter, the anger. Everything that goes into a group of girls trying to get along.

I don't think this was a great vacation. I would probably be hard pressed to say it was a good one. Or even a fair one. Despite seven days off (I won't count yesterday and today since I worked), I don't feel any better. I feel behind in my job, and what should be bugging me more, my relationship with my family.

This part of the song always makes me smile. But it also makes me cry. Maybe I should write down my priorities. Make a list of things I want to do. Not things other people want to do.

Are we really connected to other people? Can we really feel when they are sad, happy, worried, tired, excited? I hope so.
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