That would be Shark Repellent Bat Spray in my hand.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
...you become a hero.
...a super hero, that is. For Halloween I was Gotham City's crime fighter, Batman! My roommate Beth was the Boy Wonder, Robin. (We're in the center.)
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
...you're going to be great.
I'm not grown up completely, but I'm a grown up. Makes no and absolute sense. I love and hate paradoxes.
Labor Day was my last day as a completely dependent kid. As I was walking away after saying a tearful goodbye to my dad in front of the Hart (the location has nothing to do with the story...but I'll add it because I can), I realized that whether or not I was ready, I was officially a grown up at that moment. I'm no longer dependent on my parents for opinions, for food, or for money.
I'm learning to live by and love a budget or starve.
I'm learning that the world is a crappy and wonderful place (okay, I already knew that...who doesn't?). I'm learning that to think for myself, form my own conclusions of life or suffer blindly from the Ophelia syndrome.
I'm learning that ramen can be prepared 101 ways.
I'm learning the difference between needs and wants. I live by the motto "Use it up. Wear it out. Make it do, or do without".
I'm learning to be much more grateful for all the cushiony things my parents gave me that I can't afford now.
I'm learning that I love my family much more than I realized, even my siblings.
I'm learning to forgive...myself.
I'm learning to love the person in the mirror (learning here=still working on it, but doing much better).
I'm learning that new clothes aren't needed to keep up with the latest styles, just a new way of putting old clothes together (has nothing to do with growing up, but I'm very proud of myself for realizing this and how pitiful I used to dress).
I'm learning that my mom can be my best friend.
I'm learning to have patience with people and waiting.
I'm learning that I will never be completely independent because I so need my Savior.
I'm a lot like my dad when it comes to emotions. We both like to hide them (at least the negative ones) and are almost ashamed when we let others see how we truly feel. I guess we're both proud in that aspect. When I was hugging him and my old life goodbye, he told me "You're going to be great." We both started to tear up and finished up quickly at that first sign of emotion. I don't know if I will be, but having his support in my first bite of real life has been so wonderful. I do this thing where whenever I think of a person, I think of something they've said to me. For him, it's "You're going to be great." I imagine that God told us all that before we left his presence to come to earth. We all have the potential to make something of ourselves, to be great. I love my parents so much and am so grateful for their love and encouragement that they give me.
Labor Day was my last day as a completely dependent kid. As I was walking away after saying a tearful goodbye to my dad in front of the Hart (the location has nothing to do with the story...but I'll add it because I can), I realized that whether or not I was ready, I was officially a grown up at that moment. I'm no longer dependent on my parents for opinions, for food, or for money.
I'm learning to live by and love a budget or starve.
I'm learning that the world is a crappy and wonderful place (okay, I already knew that...who doesn't?). I'm learning that to think for myself, form my own conclusions of life or suffer blindly from the Ophelia syndrome.
I'm learning that ramen can be prepared 101 ways.
I'm learning the difference between needs and wants. I live by the motto "Use it up. Wear it out. Make it do, or do without".
I'm learning to be much more grateful for all the cushiony things my parents gave me that I can't afford now.
I'm learning that I love my family much more than I realized, even my siblings.
I'm learning to forgive...myself.
I'm learning to love the person in the mirror (learning here=still working on it, but doing much better).
I'm learning that new clothes aren't needed to keep up with the latest styles, just a new way of putting old clothes together (has nothing to do with growing up, but I'm very proud of myself for realizing this and how pitiful I used to dress).
I'm learning that my mom can be my best friend.
I'm learning to have patience with people and waiting.
I'm learning that I will never be completely independent because I so need my Savior.
I'm a lot like my dad when it comes to emotions. We both like to hide them (at least the negative ones) and are almost ashamed when we let others see how we truly feel. I guess we're both proud in that aspect. When I was hugging him and my old life goodbye, he told me "You're going to be great." We both started to tear up and finished up quickly at that first sign of emotion. I don't know if I will be, but having his support in my first bite of real life has been so wonderful. I do this thing where whenever I think of a person, I think of something they've said to me. For him, it's "You're going to be great." I imagine that God told us all that before we left his presence to come to earth. We all have the potential to make something of ourselves, to be great. I love my parents so much and am so grateful for their love and encouragement that they give me.
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