Thursday, September 13

Fresh Air

I got a lot of much-needed fresh air this weekend at my parents' house in Franklinville. It might be half-full of rednecks, but I'm forever convinced that there is no town more beautiful. I danced with my favorite people and ate a lot of chicken wings and hugged my parents and I feel refreshed, even though the trip was short and somewhat strange.

There was a woman on the bus this morning that looked so much like Michelle Obama that I had to do a double take. She sat down with her iPod and got so into the music that she couldn't help dancing around and shaking her head a little bit, and her energy was so contagious that I found myself smiling at my own music. PLUS, I woke up an hour early this morning for no reason (still on NY time I think, I love that! It's just different enough to make getting up early really easy) and took my time getting ready so I was already in a great mood by the time I left my apartment. GOOD MORNING!

Here's a question that I would love your thoughts on: how long should we make someone's else's pain our own before we just have to suck it up and move on with our own lives? It's terribly detrimental to a mind/heart/soul to be filled with worry all the time, but it's impossible to stop wishing that the people we love are OK. I just don't know.

EDIT 4:19PM: I cannot freaking stop laughing at this.

Here is Franklinville:














8 comments:

  1. My heart slowed down just looking at these pictures. What a breath of fresh air..

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    1. it clears my head better than any heart-to-heart or therapist or drug or yoga will ever be able to. xo

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  2. Tough question, but I guess longer the more the person means to you, is a reasonable answer.

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    1. And they sure do mean the world to me, so I will likely worry and try to fix things for a veryveryvery long time. Just gotta work through it, that's all :) Thank you for stopping by!

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  3. Beautiful place! And you got a creek!

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  4. How long? Not even one second. We don't cause what someone else is going to feel, and we certainly can't control it either. We can't even fully understand someone else's pain, no less 'make it our own'. It's well-intended (and based on your writing precisely what I would expect of you), but a wasted effort.

    Those photos are lovely. Heck of a lot nicer than Bailey & Kensington.

    Hope you Dad is doing o.k.

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