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<strong>Your 2005 Song Is</strong>
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You've Been Gone</a> by Kelly Clarkson<br />
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"But since you've been gone<br />
I can breathe for the first time<br />
I'm so moving on"<br />
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In 2005, you moved on.
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| At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.
Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.
I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when". My aunt would say "Say when" and of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More tequila, more love, more anything. More is better.
Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.
Four hundred years ago, another well-known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course, it was fancier when he said it. "No man is an island entire unto himself." Boil down that island talk, and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in and let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have four legs. Someone to play with or run around with, or just hang out. | | |
| why do people keep asking me what i want for christmas???
I WANT:
**to not have to work anymore
**to be able to dance with him. not booty dance, but dance to "the way you look tonight" and the like.
**to go out for coffee with friends once a week
**to rebuild my friendship with matt
**to go out to dinner with him at least once a week
**to not worry about him going overseas
**to finish with all of these classes
**to know what i should do after college
**to know what i should do in college
**to be able to talk to him
**to pay off all of my bills and still have time for friends
**to see kelly and sarah and the sumterites at least once a week
**to not be scared of the future
**to be able to listen to my mom when she says i should trust my heart
**gift certificates to ny&company, j.crew and xpress
yes, that last one's for me. | | |
| *gasp*
I'm posting!!!
So, i was really sad about the loss to Clemson. Really really sad. Why couldn't we seem to score a touchdown?
Also, why do people think it's like completely impossible for me to
have eaten dinner with Blake Mitchell? It's not like he's Michael Vick
or Donny McNabb. He's a college quarterback who is our age and is
always alone and I feel sad for him.
So, Daniel definitely has to go back to Afghanistan next year. Either
in March or November. Whcich sucks. Because I have to figure out if I
can sign up for housing for just one semester rather than a whole year
if we're gonna live together. Of course, that probably won't
happen...but whatever.
I want to take summer classes this year too.
I have to study for my journalism quiz now. I've been putting it off for years now.
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| so, i haven't posted in a while!! i guess i should go ahead and do it, huh?
school's going okay. i really have to start going to classes or else i won't pass.
by the end of this month, i should have been able to pay off my credit cards, so that's cool.
work's good. i have towork with michelle during lunch, but if i stay out of her way, it's no big deal. and i'm actually making money.
i lvoe going ot the gym and working out. my favorite thing is when i haven't seen someone for like 2 months and they tell me how great i look. thanks amanda.
me and daniel are going strong all day long. haha. we're looking for an apartment for the summer and next year, so that's freakin sweet. and, btw, you're all invited to party. he likes everyone again. we're shopping for furniture and being all couple-y. i like it a lot. and, he wants to get me a dog. good for him.
i never see anyone at school anymore, and that kind of makes me sad.
i have a journalism midterm due on thursday that I just started today. i have a rhetoric speech presentation on tuesday and some photo projects due this week as well. great, huh? yea, i know.
and, i will leave you with this:
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