Thursday, November 1, 2012

Nuance

Currently
Reading:
 The Five Love Languages, Singles Edition by Gary Chapman
Watching:
Chicago Fire
Listening:
"22"  by Taylor Swift

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
And make fun of our exes, uh uh uh uh
It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight
To fall in love with strangers uh uh uh uh
Yeaaaah
We're happy free confused and lonely at the same time
It's miserable and magical oh yeah
Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines, it's time uh uh

I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you
You don't know about me but I bet you want to
Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22, 22

What does a perfect day look like for you? When was the last time you thought about it? When was the last time it changed?
I've found over the past few months the details of it have changed. But the truth is the core of my perfect day hasn't changed. I want to be with people I love and who care about me. I want to encourage and uplift those that I spend time with. Today felt like a pretty perfect day. Today I felt like I mattered again.
I know that may sound strange, saying that I feel like I mattered again. But I have had some people make me feel extremely obsolete since my surgery. Slight newsflash... I didn't die! So when my friend told me she needed someone to talk to, it felt nice. I hate that she was going through so much, hated that she needed someone to lean on. But felt blessed that she trusted me enough to share what she was going through. I sat and shared with my friend. I climbed in the playhouse with her kids. And shared some of my life's distractions with her.
With that said:
Dear God, Thank you for what felt like a pretty normal day. I don't have a lot of those anymore. Dear L, thanks for letting me be your sounding board. Dear IHOP, Thank you for your yummy carrot cake pancakes, you made me happy. Dear Mrs. P and Sweet P, you always make me smile. Especially while we play peek-a-boo. Dear McDonald's Jungle Gym,  Thank you for being one of the first things to not make me feel old!!! Dear Abba Daddy, Thank you for today!!! It means the world to me that I can make a difference!!!
Credit for the inspiration behind 1 sentence letters:
www.todaysletters.com

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