A Reminder

Trying to keep things in perspective lately. 

Last week on Grey's Anatomy, they asked "Do you know who you are? Do you know what's happened to you? Do you want to live this way?" Three questions from a silly TV shouldn't make you think this much, but they did. 

Feeling very introspective lately. 

Not Knowing

... when all these people will be together again is painful.

Morning Musings (10th ed.)

After days of teased hair and heavy eye makeup, there is nothing better than a fresh wash and no eyeliner. 

Sometimes it's hard for me to relenquish control. Because if I let someone else control it, and they mess up, it's like sort of my fault, right? But sometimes, you gotta know when to let go. And know that when they mess it up it willl be their fault, not yours.

I have faith / trust issues, obviously. 

Weddings are fun.

And is it bad that I think paying $3,000 for a 'social media concierge" isn't totally unreasonable?

Clear calendars are a rare treasure, and one I'm possibly uncomfortable with.

"You're starting to realize not everyone is as good as you." - This is a painful compliment. Replace the "as good as" with "as loyal as" or "cares as much" and you basically have my eternal life struggle. On the flipside, I hope I'm never the reason people feel that way.

Being let down, disappointed and discouraged is way worse than being pissed off.

Is it patio season yet?

What if you are less afraid of getting hurt yourself, and more afraid of hurting others?

Deep morning musings this time around, sorry. 

Pinafore Throwback

Not me, obviously, but found this photo at our 105th Anniversary this weekend. I just adore it.

Waiting for Dinner

Celebrated my sorority's 105th anniversary on Mizzou's campus this weekend. I'll never tire of walking into 900 S. Providence. It was my home for three years in college, and despite some changes, it will always feel like home when I go back.

I love hearing stories from the collegians now (no one hangs out in the dungeon anymore?!) and from older alums (the mailbox room used to be a switchboard that freshman had to work?!). I love thinking about our shared history – girls sat in that house and listened to news about WWII on the radio, they watched the moon landing and followed news of JFK's death, and when I was there, I camped out in that room waiting for news that Obama had been elected President. That legacy is just staggering to me.

This weekend, of all the memories, the one that stood out to me the most was waiting at the top of the stairs for the dinner bell. Gathering around about 5pm, sitting on that green carpet, debating whether you wanted whatever variation of chicken we were having or just a big salad. Wondering what was for dessert. Hoping it was those giant chocolate chip ice cream cookies.

I don't know why that's what I was thinking of all weekend. There are a lot of things I knew I would miss about DG (Pinafore, milk on tap, bagels, the portico, the front yard, studying in the Heritage Room, watching E! at lunch, naps in the yellow room, etc.), but that act – the waiting on the stairs for dinner – was so mundane, so ordering, so boring at the time, I never even thought I would think about it again, much less miss it.

When I'm Driving

"When I’m driving the highway by myself is when I write best." - Willie Nelson

This Photo Is Everything

Obsessed with this photo, these people and this memory. 

Last weekend was awesome.