I recently traveled approximately 4,000 miles to learn one of the biggest lessons of my life: people are not reliable. It's especially alarming when the person that lets you down is your own father.
I will not be studying from a boat in Florida this semester, after all. But I've already been learning from my classes this term, and in Career Planning and Decision Making, I learned that I am a pessimist, and to correct some of my negative tendencies, I have to try to see the positives in all things. So here's just a few upsides to my current situation:
I'm going to guess that this is someone's work of art. I saw it as I was walking down Third Street in Troy. Anyone know if I'm right or whose work it is?
Savage, gross, crummey, and bizzaro. I like it.
I set out on a mission to drive to Kinderhook yesterday. On the way I passed Golden Harvest Farms in Valatie, NY, which I've passed dozens of times on my way to Hudson and Kinderhook but never stopped. I got more than I bargained for on my visit , so I thought I'd pay tribute.
For starters, the cinnamon roll I bought was a pastry-lover's dream...
A petite older lady, let's call her Mary, served me coffee at Alexis Diner Monday night. Before I could even order, Mary sort of just blurted out and asked if I am a Christian. I laughed and said no.
This is not the first time I've been told there is a "light" inside of me. I don't know why this "light" is so often attributed to God. What if it comes down to something as simple as genuine human connection?
That's the ironic thing about Mary's unassuming question. She was so warm and authentic as she approached the table and her smile was so contagious. I wonder if she knows that it was her that sparked the light inside of me.
Today feels so nostalgic: it's a cold, rainy day in late July. It makes me want to stay inside and color at the table with a lamp on or go outside in "play clothes" to explore.
I'm thinking that's because the 7 year old in me never left. It just got shoved in a little deeper and lives temporarily dormant next to my 6 year old self and in the shadow of the 8, 9, and 10+ year old memories.
It's hard to believe 7 was t w e n t y years ago. I can easily resurrect it, as if it were yesterday.