Smiling For the Moment

Okay, I can smile. Today, I write upon a wobbly legged table but stand firm. Knowing that I did not succumb to another petty relationship keeps me standing tall and more certain of the future that I can no longer worry about. A sigh lets go of my past like a dandilion to the wind and I smile for the moment.

Stand Small and Forget the Mall!

Okay, so if you are feeling small, stand by a tall tree. Look heavenward and being small will feel incredibly peaceful.
Also, avoid itunes accounts. I have just bought several more harmonious friends: The Shins, Classic Gin Blossoms, and a new one The Guggenheims. Scarry how much invisible cash I can blow with a click of an Apple button. Creeps-McGee!
Time to jam out with some Gin Blossoms and get rid of another power point presentation. I am totally ready for school to end! Peace out music drifters and stand small by a tall tree!

Going Blank

Lately, it seems that beyond talking to the audience of one here in my head, nothing seems to mesh with any sense. And by sense, I mean all that draws a hint of reality toward an agreement with any sort of self. It seems that the world became a view of a peach too close to my face. I cannot see it despite the fact that it is right before my eyes and smells completely yummy. But who holds peaches to their face?
And boys, stop reading into everything I say or do. Boys, another thing that just does not make sense or are too easy to figure out their motives but they are too shy or foolish to go after what is right before them. Just another simple ranting being unclearly made.
On that note, the world is a peachy blur and all that I can think is to sink into an idea of a better tomorrow. If only I could go back to being small and completely ignorant of my ego-centric starting point. Because, when I was so little the rest of everything was much bigger and promising. But now, I am always being drawn away from self but see such a small situation as my world; forgetting that something or someone can be much bigger than my fragile conundrums.
Being a twenty-something just does not make sense too often, but I am so glad that moments arise to let me know that I am part of something much more than this shabby self. Like after a long day of sitting blank faced with nothing to do, a smile from my seven-year-old bookbag-toting Will changes everything. Or a begging plea for another Jimmy John's sub is always a decision worth considering. I must say that I love my kids and that is something that makes sense. But the rest just is not clear yet, but I am hoping to see otherwise just around the next city block.

A Tex-Mex Snow Tune

It is April not December. Just incase you thought otherwise, I am here to clarify that it is April. But, the weather gods must have been out drinking Jack and Coke last night. There must have been one god that betted another to ask out some hot weather goddess and to all their surprise, she said yes. So, one weather god got lucky and the other had to get up early and turn back the spring to winter. I hate when the gods get drunk and hit on idol women.
However, a little sunshine did come my way. In fact, it was so surprisingly sunny that I confused myself to be somewhere as wonderful as summer. As I walked into chapel after jumping across slushy snow puddles, I heard the chips and salsa move across my appetite in my mind and the Mariachi band played. Yes, we had a Mariachi band visiting from Texas. I love Mariachi bands. Best, they led worship.
Despite my hatred for weather god bar betting, I call all bets off and thank God for a delightful balance between winter and summer. Spring shall return and I have a nice little tune to play in my heart all day.

Easter Bunnies Do Exist!

Just sitting here wasting time on my beloved Internet, and I do mean beloved. When all at once I heard the sound of a tickled laughter on the ground level of the Christopher Center. I followed my ears to see forty white construction paper rabbit ears vertically flopping side to side as giggles and wonder tintillated each bunny discovering a bright shiny easter egg. Within five minutes, the hunt was over and the Easter Bunnies returned to their homes. I will never forget my first sighting of twenty bunnies in the smallest bodies and biggest joys only found in a child's imagined wonderland.