"I know she's kind of socially retarded and weird, but she's my friend... so, just promise me you won't make fun of her!"
-Mean Girls
-Mean Girls
I am sorta, kinda, totally slacking on these "Thankful Thursday" posts (shame on me!). Don't get me wrong. I have many, many, many things to be thankful for. Like, for example, just the other day I was telling my friend V how thankful I was for being able to have a peaceful lunch at Whole Foods. She questioned me as well. Let me explain. I was thankful for not having anyone sneeze in my direction as I held my sandwich. More importantly, I was thankful that not a single person had blown their nose as I ate my Italian bean soup (ugh, can't you just blow your nose outside, or, in the restroom?). So, see, many things to be thankful for. It's the little things, yo!
This afternoon I was going through one of my closets and found this little gem. I am a note hoarder. A card hoarder. A picture hoarder. No, not an animal hoarder. No, not a food hoarder. Only cute things. Things that can be placed in boxes. Clean and organized boxes. This list of sorts was written by myself and two others. All three of us were to come up with certain things we wanted to accomplish before the "end". No, not the end of the world. Though, had we known of the possibility of the end of the world coming in 2012 this list would have been more risqué. It was the end of our youth, so-to-speak. It was a bucket list of sorts. I cannot even tell you what fun we had coming up with some of these items. Such bliss. Ignorant bliss. I am thankful for my hoarding tendencies. If it weren't for that obsessive part of me wanting to KEEP all memories safe, this list would have been somewhere in the garbage dump. Perhaps, underneath a rotting banana. Pulling out these two sheets of paper written almost ten years ago brought a smile only my seventeen year old self would comprehend. I read each item, one-by-one. I read each word and let the heaviness of them weigh down on me. A good weight. A comforting weight. Something resembling a big warm blanket being brought down upon my shoulders.
I wasn't expecting to find this note. I wasn't even looking for it. It just happened to find me. And, I am so very glad it did. It transported me to an era where nothing was impossible. The idealist in me poked its little head. This weekend I am meeting T. T is one of the co-creators of this compilation of mini adventures. I told T I would read each one of them out loud to her. I told her we would tally how many of those activities we had actually accomplished. I'll let you know how it goes.
I am thankful for still having T in my life. The other party responsible? I know you must be wondering. I wonder at times as well. She is just a stranger now. We are strangers with memories. Memories that bring us together and memories that tear us apart.
Do kids still do these things? Do kids still pass notes in class? Do kids still feel anxiety during that moment the teacher witnesses you pass that note written in pink pen to your friend? I miss the tangible letters. The act of writing on paper. Sigh.
What are you thankful for? It doesn't have to be something of importance or enormity. It can be anything. Like, the fact that today you wore matching socks. I'd love to hear all that you are giving thanks for!
'Till next time
XOXO
This afternoon I was going through one of my closets and found this little gem. I am a note hoarder. A card hoarder. A picture hoarder. No, not an animal hoarder. No, not a food hoarder. Only cute things. Things that can be placed in boxes. Clean and organized boxes. This list of sorts was written by myself and two others. All three of us were to come up with certain things we wanted to accomplish before the "end". No, not the end of the world. Though, had we known of the possibility of the end of the world coming in 2012 this list would have been more risqué. It was the end of our youth, so-to-speak. It was a bucket list of sorts. I cannot even tell you what fun we had coming up with some of these items. Such bliss. Ignorant bliss. I am thankful for my hoarding tendencies. If it weren't for that obsessive part of me wanting to KEEP all memories safe, this list would have been somewhere in the garbage dump. Perhaps, underneath a rotting banana. Pulling out these two sheets of paper written almost ten years ago brought a smile only my seventeen year old self would comprehend. I read each item, one-by-one. I read each word and let the heaviness of them weigh down on me. A good weight. A comforting weight. Something resembling a big warm blanket being brought down upon my shoulders.
I wasn't expecting to find this note. I wasn't even looking for it. It just happened to find me. And, I am so very glad it did. It transported me to an era where nothing was impossible. The idealist in me poked its little head. This weekend I am meeting T. T is one of the co-creators of this compilation of mini adventures. I told T I would read each one of them out loud to her. I told her we would tally how many of those activities we had actually accomplished. I'll let you know how it goes.
I am thankful for still having T in my life. The other party responsible? I know you must be wondering. I wonder at times as well. She is just a stranger now. We are strangers with memories. Memories that bring us together and memories that tear us apart.
Do kids still do these things? Do kids still pass notes in class? Do kids still feel anxiety during that moment the teacher witnesses you pass that note written in pink pen to your friend? I miss the tangible letters. The act of writing on paper. Sigh.
What are you thankful for? It doesn't have to be something of importance or enormity. It can be anything. Like, the fact that today you wore matching socks. I'd love to hear all that you are giving thanks for!
'Till next time
XOXO
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