January 8th. Where on earth have the first 7 days of January gone? Over Christmas break I had a comical, yet serious conversation with my mom when she asked how I would say 2010. Like it was a life or death situation. She decided on two-thousand-and-ten. I think I agree with her. twenty-ten sounds cool now... but go ahead and try 2011. Twenty-eleven. eek. I'm glad her and I got that out of the way as 2010 rapidly approached us.
I have a lot to say... i think that is why I haven't updated since Dec. 24th..
When I look over the past three weeks I think I was traveling more than anything. In my mind, I knew I'd be all over the east coast. But sometimes I misestimate things. (made up word, but sometimes its over and sometimes its under) Like the amount of luggage I pack, how long it takes to get from point A to point B, how much work I think I am going to get done, etc. Then throw some unplanned circumstances into the picture and its enough to make a girl crazy.
So here I sit in my apartment in Norfolk on January 8th, thinking about where I've been, who I've encountered, and conversations I've had.
One thing you may or may not know about me is that I tend to be pretty independent. Always have been. It's probably a pride issue. No, maybe a control issue... Okay, both. I like being in control of situations. I find comfort in closure. I typically do whatever it takes to be where I want to be, when I want to be. Sinful, I am aware. So the best way I can describe the past three weeks would be: releasing of all control. Humbling...wouldn't you say?
(new post... long posts quickly lose my attention.. See Part 2)
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