Monday, February 10, 2014
ch ch ch ch changes.
It's time to turn and face the strange. It's my last week of work and residency here. Really my last couple of days. Still seems weird that it's actually happening. I hate saying goodbye but the time has come for me to make some changes, one of which is to leave South Carolina. I have been here almost 10 years and South Carolina has become a home to me. I love this place. My friends have become my family. I love them dearly and I will miss them. But it's time I do a little growing and a little changing. I've known it for a long time but I feel anchored and it has taken me a while to embrace the idea that I need to move. The goodbyes leave me exhausted, but it is a good kind of exhausted because it is filled with love and cherished memories. This place and these people have touched my life for good. I have been tremendously blessed and will be forever grateful for my years in this beautiful state.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
a little better
Being that it is again the end of one year and the beginning of the next, I have been giving some thought to New Year's Resolutions. A few years ago I decided to quit making resolutions because I would develop this awesome list, devoting the next few hours / days / weeks to meeting those resolutions, only to fall off the resolution wagon just a few weeks into the new year. And I was left just feeling bad about myself that I had failed yet again. Major logic flaw.
I didn't give up resolutions all together, as for the past few years on my birthday I develop a list of things that I would like to do, learn, improve, or dismiss in the next year of my life. My list is a more a set of goals for the year, some more "bucket list esque" than others. I write them in my journal (one of my yearly resolutions that I have yet to master) and then look back on them periodically throughout the year.
This year I have resolved to return to New Year's Resolutions in addition to my birthday resolutions. But with a healthier perspective at play. I have been thinking a lot about how President Hinckley would end each session of general conference advising us to individually take what we had learned and be a little better. We cannot change the past. If I fall of the wagon one day then I just get back on it the next. No need to get all fatalistic and dramatic about it and stuff (although that tends to be in my nature ;) ). It is not the end if I don't master something right away or implement a goal perfectly all the time. I think the adversary wants us to believe that we cannot measure up, that we are in the end failures, and that mediocrity and complacency are just fine. That if we can't be perfect immediately then why bother at all. But that is simply not true. I will not fall prey to that lie anymore.
So I have resolved to be a little better, a little kinder, a little more forgiving, a little more slow to anger, a little smarter, a little less judgmental, and to refocus my sights on the goals I made on my birthday. If I slip up or slow down or get stuck in a rut I resolve to make a change as quickly as possible. I resolve to revisit my goals on a quarterly basis to check in and make course corrections as necessary. That is what this life is all about anyway. Striving to stay on course and making the necessary to corrections to improve our clarity, remain on track or return when we have lost sight.
Welcome 2014.
I didn't give up resolutions all together, as for the past few years on my birthday I develop a list of things that I would like to do, learn, improve, or dismiss in the next year of my life. My list is a more a set of goals for the year, some more "bucket list esque" than others. I write them in my journal (one of my yearly resolutions that I have yet to master) and then look back on them periodically throughout the year.
This year I have resolved to return to New Year's Resolutions in addition to my birthday resolutions. But with a healthier perspective at play. I have been thinking a lot about how President Hinckley would end each session of general conference advising us to individually take what we had learned and be a little better. We cannot change the past. If I fall of the wagon one day then I just get back on it the next. No need to get all fatalistic and dramatic about it and stuff (although that tends to be in my nature ;) ). It is not the end if I don't master something right away or implement a goal perfectly all the time. I think the adversary wants us to believe that we cannot measure up, that we are in the end failures, and that mediocrity and complacency are just fine. That if we can't be perfect immediately then why bother at all. But that is simply not true. I will not fall prey to that lie anymore.
So I have resolved to be a little better, a little kinder, a little more forgiving, a little more slow to anger, a little smarter, a little less judgmental, and to refocus my sights on the goals I made on my birthday. If I slip up or slow down or get stuck in a rut I resolve to make a change as quickly as possible. I resolve to revisit my goals on a quarterly basis to check in and make course corrections as necessary. That is what this life is all about anyway. Striving to stay on course and making the necessary to corrections to improve our clarity, remain on track or return when we have lost sight.
Welcome 2014.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
got chilvary?
Let me be clear. I am a woman and I am grateful for the progress made on behalf of all women as a result of the feminist movement. To way oversimplify: I love voicing my vote, obtaining higher education, I support equal pay and shared responsibilities / duties... and I don't think one gender should be elevated over another. However, I also value traditional behaviors that are fast becoming a way of the past, e.g. provider and homemaker. Honestly, given the chance I would be a stay at home mother and leave the primary provider duties to my hubby. If I was married and unable to have children I would find other ways to mother and still leave the primary provider role up to my husband. That is my dream.
I have another dream... the global return of chivalry. Chivalry for me is a profound respect for women and their inherent femininity. Few things are more attractive to me than a man who (even when not in a relationship) treats a woman with the utmost tenderness and respect. Who opens doors, offers or insists on paying, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, and protects. One who offers their jacket, their arm, or their hand. One who is confident, inclusive, thoughtful, assertive, and is comfortable making a decision. I like being treated like a lady regardless of whether or not I am dating or even romantically interested in the guy in my company. I don't that makes me weak, dependent, or incapable. It is empowering, lovely, and super satisfying.
To illustrate: Once, while making a pit stop on a long drive out west, I noticed a shriveled up old couple leaving a local restaurant. The man used a walker to get around. Despite his profound physical limitations he walked by his spouse's side, escorted her to the driver side, and opened her door to let her in before making the long and slow shuffle to the passenger side. It brought tears to my eyes. That is what I'm talking about. I'm sure his wife would have been quite okay to let him skip opening the door for her. But it was apparent his actions were done out of love and respect for her womanhood. As a missionary in the MTC the elders in my district were required to stand when a sister entered or a left the room, regardless of our location. They were required to escort us to class, firesides, and any other activity. They did it faithfully and willingly and we submitted to their assigned responsibility. It quickly became practice rather than duty and it resulted in a strong sense of love, trust, and mutual respect... for our entire district. It created unity. I am profoundly grateful for that experience and for all the men I've known who choose to conduct themselves in that way towards women. Go team.
Bring back chivalry! Can I get an amen?!
I have another dream... the global return of chivalry. Chivalry for me is a profound respect for women and their inherent femininity. Few things are more attractive to me than a man who (even when not in a relationship) treats a woman with the utmost tenderness and respect. Who opens doors, offers or insists on paying, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, and protects. One who offers their jacket, their arm, or their hand. One who is confident, inclusive, thoughtful, assertive, and is comfortable making a decision. I like being treated like a lady regardless of whether or not I am dating or even romantically interested in the guy in my company. I don't that makes me weak, dependent, or incapable. It is empowering, lovely, and super satisfying.
To illustrate: Once, while making a pit stop on a long drive out west, I noticed a shriveled up old couple leaving a local restaurant. The man used a walker to get around. Despite his profound physical limitations he walked by his spouse's side, escorted her to the driver side, and opened her door to let her in before making the long and slow shuffle to the passenger side. It brought tears to my eyes. That is what I'm talking about. I'm sure his wife would have been quite okay to let him skip opening the door for her. But it was apparent his actions were done out of love and respect for her womanhood. As a missionary in the MTC the elders in my district were required to stand when a sister entered or a left the room, regardless of our location. They were required to escort us to class, firesides, and any other activity. They did it faithfully and willingly and we submitted to their assigned responsibility. It quickly became practice rather than duty and it resulted in a strong sense of love, trust, and mutual respect... for our entire district. It created unity. I am profoundly grateful for that experience and for all the men I've known who choose to conduct themselves in that way towards women. Go team.
Bring back chivalry! Can I get an amen?!
Monday, April 8, 2013
fast cars and freedom.
It would be an understatement to say that I haven't written in a while. I've thought about it but haven't been able to bring myself to move past that point... until today.
I took a drive tonight. A long drive. A fast drive. I was feeling antsy and ... pardon the drama of what is about to be written... but I just don't know how to else to describe it.. sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating. It's feeling that sometimes comes in the midst of a general contentment or stationary point in life. Nothing is super great and nothing is super terrible. Life is status quo. But then, out of nowhere, I feel like I can't breathe. I just need space and time to figure out what it is that's gnawing at me. But I need it fast and for some reason being behind the wheel helps me feel like I'm getting to it quicker. Driving with the windows down also is liberating. I love the feel of the wind. And I often need to start with a little noise. The quiet and the stillness is too much. Being the oldest I learned to focus in the midst of a lot of noise. I can read a book in a crowded, loud, environment and get so caught up in it that all sound becomes a low hum and almost disappears. Sometimes turning up the music loud to where it feels like it almost flows through me helps me to force concentrate on discovering the core issue. Not sure if that makes sense. It's like trying to find Waldo in the jumble of my thoughts and feelings. Once I've got a grasp then I can slow down, quiet down and really give thought. Something about getting in the car, rolling down the windows, blasting music, and driving fast helps me feel a little more relieved. When I lived in Utah and needed to escape myself I would drive up the mountain at night and park on a ridge that overlooked the valley. It was my special spot. Once there I would turn off the music and sit in the stillness, stare at the lights, and just breathe in the night air. It was always so soothing. I miss that night view of the valley. I do however love the feel and smell of the cool humid spring night air in South Carolina. The "candy trees" are blooming right now and it makes the night air ridiculously inviting. Tonight as I drove a few police cars blew by me with their sirens and lights... on the way I'm sure to something not good. But for a moment I was jealous of how fast they could go and how exhilarating that must feel. And then I was reminded that their destination was nothing to be desired. So I contented myself with my speed, and my night air, and my boisterous music until I could find my Waldo and let the real pondering begin. Not quite sure I've figured it out yet, but I don't feel suffocated or antsy anymore. So that's progress. Maybe I'll have to take another drive tomorrow. :)
I took a drive tonight. A long drive. A fast drive. I was feeling antsy and ... pardon the drama of what is about to be written... but I just don't know how to else to describe it.. sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating. It's feeling that sometimes comes in the midst of a general contentment or stationary point in life. Nothing is super great and nothing is super terrible. Life is status quo. But then, out of nowhere, I feel like I can't breathe. I just need space and time to figure out what it is that's gnawing at me. But I need it fast and for some reason being behind the wheel helps me feel like I'm getting to it quicker. Driving with the windows down also is liberating. I love the feel of the wind. And I often need to start with a little noise. The quiet and the stillness is too much. Being the oldest I learned to focus in the midst of a lot of noise. I can read a book in a crowded, loud, environment and get so caught up in it that all sound becomes a low hum and almost disappears. Sometimes turning up the music loud to where it feels like it almost flows through me helps me to force concentrate on discovering the core issue. Not sure if that makes sense. It's like trying to find Waldo in the jumble of my thoughts and feelings. Once I've got a grasp then I can slow down, quiet down and really give thought. Something about getting in the car, rolling down the windows, blasting music, and driving fast helps me feel a little more relieved. When I lived in Utah and needed to escape myself I would drive up the mountain at night and park on a ridge that overlooked the valley. It was my special spot. Once there I would turn off the music and sit in the stillness, stare at the lights, and just breathe in the night air. It was always so soothing. I miss that night view of the valley. I do however love the feel and smell of the cool humid spring night air in South Carolina. The "candy trees" are blooming right now and it makes the night air ridiculously inviting. Tonight as I drove a few police cars blew by me with their sirens and lights... on the way I'm sure to something not good. But for a moment I was jealous of how fast they could go and how exhilarating that must feel. And then I was reminded that their destination was nothing to be desired. So I contented myself with my speed, and my night air, and my boisterous music until I could find my Waldo and let the real pondering begin. Not quite sure I've figured it out yet, but I don't feel suffocated or antsy anymore. So that's progress. Maybe I'll have to take another drive tomorrow. :)
Thursday, October 18, 2012
no fair.
Let me preface this with... nothing bad has happened .. not to me personally. I just need to vent on the obvious for a minute. So feel free to tune out now.
Life is not fair. I know that. Most of the time it doesn't bother me. It's life. Can't change that. Just part of the experience. My life's chosen profession is surrounded by the unfair in life and honestly most days I don't bat an eye. I go home and don't think twice about it. I think it is a gift that allows me to do what I do. But sometimes... every once in a little while I am reminded of how really unfair things can be... or at least seem. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people. I'm a firm believer that there is a consequence for every choice and some of those are immediate and some are not. It's just that sometimes I have a mortal view and a self centered view. And I get a case of the blahs and the boo hisses. And I just want to choke life and make it right for others who deserve only every goodness life has to offer. But then I remember that we can't experience joy without sorrow. And so while I want to give sorrow a swift kick in the pants there is a part of me that is grateful for the struggle it brings, knowing the other side of sorrow is peace.
Life is not fair. I know that. Most of the time it doesn't bother me. It's life. Can't change that. Just part of the experience. My life's chosen profession is surrounded by the unfair in life and honestly most days I don't bat an eye. I go home and don't think twice about it. I think it is a gift that allows me to do what I do. But sometimes... every once in a little while I am reminded of how really unfair things can be... or at least seem. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people. I'm a firm believer that there is a consequence for every choice and some of those are immediate and some are not. It's just that sometimes I have a mortal view and a self centered view. And I get a case of the blahs and the boo hisses. And I just want to choke life and make it right for others who deserve only every goodness life has to offer. But then I remember that we can't experience joy without sorrow. And so while I want to give sorrow a swift kick in the pants there is a part of me that is grateful for the struggle it brings, knowing the other side of sorrow is peace.
Friday, May 25, 2012
easy listening.
I tune in 5 days a week - work days - courtesy of my coworkers baby sized boombox. And Ms. Lauper is playing as I type. That Cindi.... she's a genius. When the working day is done girls... they really do want to have fun. Some fun. Lots of fun. Fun. Wanna have fun. T.G.I.F.!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, May 7, 2012
triggers.
In my job I deal a lot with the concept of triggers.... not the ones on guns... but same concept. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes, touches... sensory experiences that instantly elicit memories so vivid and real it is as if time has turned back to a specific event or series of events.
Chocolate flavored scratch and sniff stickers take me instantly to elementary school.
The smell of pork flavored green beans mixed with the scent of sauerkraut elicits memories of time spent at my grandparents home.
NKOTB's "Hanging Tough", Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and Fleetwood Mac's "Everywhere" throws me back to summers at the beach with my cousins. Every time.
White Diamonds perfume takes me to middle school... instantly... and reminds me of my mother and my secret irrational fear that I would lose her. I would secretly spray her perfume on this stuffed bunny I kept on the night stand by my bed just in case something happened and I never saw her again. I was so afraid I would forget her.... that my memories would fade.
Today, I was at the Piggly Wiggly picking up some tomatoes for dinner and I happened to choose the one line where the grocery checker reminded me instantly of my Uncle Al. He passed away unexpectedly September 2011. The man in front of me didn't look like my uncle, but he wore his pants like my uncle and he talked to me sweet and southern... like my uncle. He was a bit younger and a bit thinner but I had to blink several times to be sure I wasn't seeing a ghost. The feeling was so real, so present, that it was all I could not to walk around the other side of the counter and ask him to hug me... like my Uncle Al. Needless to say I barely made it to my car before tears started rolling down my face. I love my uncle dearly and miss him tremendously but his memories are strong with me. I am grateful for memories and for little experiences that remind me of how grateful I am for eternity and eternal families... of love that continues beyond the grave.
Chocolate flavored scratch and sniff stickers take me instantly to elementary school.
The smell of pork flavored green beans mixed with the scent of sauerkraut elicits memories of time spent at my grandparents home.
NKOTB's "Hanging Tough", Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and Fleetwood Mac's "Everywhere" throws me back to summers at the beach with my cousins. Every time.
White Diamonds perfume takes me to middle school... instantly... and reminds me of my mother and my secret irrational fear that I would lose her. I would secretly spray her perfume on this stuffed bunny I kept on the night stand by my bed just in case something happened and I never saw her again. I was so afraid I would forget her.... that my memories would fade.
Today, I was at the Piggly Wiggly picking up some tomatoes for dinner and I happened to choose the one line where the grocery checker reminded me instantly of my Uncle Al. He passed away unexpectedly September 2011. The man in front of me didn't look like my uncle, but he wore his pants like my uncle and he talked to me sweet and southern... like my uncle. He was a bit younger and a bit thinner but I had to blink several times to be sure I wasn't seeing a ghost. The feeling was so real, so present, that it was all I could not to walk around the other side of the counter and ask him to hug me... like my Uncle Al. Needless to say I barely made it to my car before tears started rolling down my face. I love my uncle dearly and miss him tremendously but his memories are strong with me. I am grateful for memories and for little experiences that remind me of how grateful I am for eternity and eternal families... of love that continues beyond the grave.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
that time of year.
It only comes twice a year ... But it is twice so I can't complain. I love General Conference. It is so uplifting, so renewing, so relevant, and so personal. It is for everyone. I am so grateful for a living prophet in these days... In my days. I need that Prophetic guidance and counsel. I was reminded today that I have a testimony, a knowledge, that there is a prophet on the earth, that it is presently Thomas S. Monson, and that he is the mouthpiece for the Lord. So grateful and awestruck I am by this knowledge. The lord truly loves His children.
Monday, January 30, 2012
blogs & spies
BLOGS: I haven't blogged in forever. Not because I haven't had tons of things to say but because I've just been blog lazy. I'm trying to do better. I really have so many things to say that I'm sure the world wide web is just dying to hear... or umm... read.
SPIES: So the plural of the word spy looks really weird to me. But, this is not why I am choosing to blog about spies. Recently I had a conversation with one of my dearest friends... the one with short dark curly hair who shall remain nameless.... about being noticed and remembered. See, I can meet someone on say a Tuesday and have my hair down. The next day, a Wednesday, I can have my hair pulled up into a pony tail and meet the same person and it's like they've never met me before. I kid you not. People usually don't believe me until they've seen it happen. But, my curly dark haired friend who shall remain nameless is remembered everywhere. We went furniture shopping for her this weekend and sales people she met over a week ago remember her. In one store the clerk remembered what she had been shopping for several weeks prior right down to the size and color of the item. I've never seen anything like it. I decided her life must be what it's like for the rich and famous. (Of course she is not my first friend with this problem... hmmm... Dinahmite). You can't go anywhere without being recognized. But my life is like that of a spy. All I have to do is put on a pair of glasses, part my hair down the middle, and suddenly I'm a totally different person. I can move in and out of spaces without being remembered or sometimes even seen. Too bad I don't have some cool power like the ability to fly.... then I could "take it to the next level" and become a superhero.
SPIES: So the plural of the word spy looks really weird to me. But, this is not why I am choosing to blog about spies. Recently I had a conversation with one of my dearest friends... the one with short dark curly hair who shall remain nameless.... about being noticed and remembered. See, I can meet someone on say a Tuesday and have my hair down. The next day, a Wednesday, I can have my hair pulled up into a pony tail and meet the same person and it's like they've never met me before. I kid you not. People usually don't believe me until they've seen it happen. But, my curly dark haired friend who shall remain nameless is remembered everywhere. We went furniture shopping for her this weekend and sales people she met over a week ago remember her. In one store the clerk remembered what she had been shopping for several weeks prior right down to the size and color of the item. I've never seen anything like it. I decided her life must be what it's like for the rich and famous. (Of course she is not my first friend with this problem... hmmm... Dinahmite). You can't go anywhere without being recognized. But my life is like that of a spy. All I have to do is put on a pair of glasses, part my hair down the middle, and suddenly I'm a totally different person. I can move in and out of spaces without being remembered or sometimes even seen. Too bad I don't have some cool power like the ability to fly.... then I could "take it to the next level" and become a superhero.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
25 at 33
Even though I still feel like a 20something I know I'm getting older. I have gray hair. My body weight is shifting and, unfortunately, sticking around. The other morning I was watching the news while putting on makeup. Something funny was said and I realized that I'm getting the first hints of laugh lines and wrinkles. Now I've always had a baby face and people usually think I look younger than I am but for the first time I have started to see my "age". I have creaky bones, I like to stay in more than go out, and I think missionaries look like they are 12.
Despite obvious signs of aging I have found another phenomenon to occurring. Because I am not married people assume I am in my mid twenties. Yet, I have some friends who are in their mid twenties, who are married, and people assume they are in their early thirties. It's so weird. The age increases for those married couples who have kids. The phenomenon occurs even when the individual is 10 years my junior. It is so bizarre. I definitely don't look younger than they do but somehow my not having a husband or kids automatically puts me in the young category. Don't get me wrong... I'm fine with people wanting to think I am a mid twenty something. But, I'm also fine with being 33. Getting old hasn't started to get me down... yet. I hope it never does. I like birthdays way too much.
Despite obvious signs of aging I have found another phenomenon to occurring. Because I am not married people assume I am in my mid twenties. Yet, I have some friends who are in their mid twenties, who are married, and people assume they are in their early thirties. It's so weird. The age increases for those married couples who have kids. The phenomenon occurs even when the individual is 10 years my junior. It is so bizarre. I definitely don't look younger than they do but somehow my not having a husband or kids automatically puts me in the young category. Don't get me wrong... I'm fine with people wanting to think I am a mid twenty something. But, I'm also fine with being 33. Getting old hasn't started to get me down... yet. I hope it never does. I like birthdays way too much.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
to Cry Baby with love, L.O. Annie
When I was young I wanted to be little orphan Annie. I loved her curly red hair. I got a perm to look just like her when I was 6, but the perm burnt my hair and I had had my same straight hair in a boy cut. Awesome.
My love for curly red hair has not changed. I love it. I want it. I'll settle for curly hair. Or deep auburn red. But I really want the combo. Is that too much to ask?
Beauty desires aside, today I felt like a cry baby. One of those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, get stuck behind the train, forget your purse, get to work late, spill on your white shirt, and that is all before 9:00am... kind of days. One of those days where the before 9:30am part of the day is the highlight of your day. I threw myself a pity party at 10:30am and again at 11:47am and another one around 2:00pm-ish. But I didn't stop there. I fully engaged in a whine-a-thon around 5:43pm before realizing that the day was almost over and I just might live to see tomorrow. Around 8:22pm my Little Orphan Annie side had a brief but meaningful convo with my Cry Baby side, and then I allowed myself to drown away stupid head Thursday in mind numbing TV. I'm over my Cry Baby moment and have put away my violin. Pity party done... mostly in part to the pep talk and a little bit to the TV. :) Here is my pep talk in case you ever have one of THOSE stupid head days.
Dear Cry Baby.
Suck. It. Up. It's not that bad. You could be a starving child in Africa. You could be taking cover in a war torn country. You could be back in middle school. So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and got stuck behind the train and forgot your purse and spilled something all over yourself before 9:00am. So what? At least you have a bed, and a car, and you only live 5 minutes from the office, and the TIDE stain stick that worked like a charm. So the rest of the day was rough. So what?! You had a tough day but it was a full day and you get to have another day. Buck up. Shake it off. Let it go and press forward. And guess what? The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun.
With love.
L.O. Annie
My love for curly red hair has not changed. I love it. I want it. I'll settle for curly hair. Or deep auburn red. But I really want the combo. Is that too much to ask?
Beauty desires aside, today I felt like a cry baby. One of those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, get stuck behind the train, forget your purse, get to work late, spill on your white shirt, and that is all before 9:00am... kind of days. One of those days where the before 9:30am part of the day is the highlight of your day. I threw myself a pity party at 10:30am and again at 11:47am and another one around 2:00pm-ish. But I didn't stop there. I fully engaged in a whine-a-thon around 5:43pm before realizing that the day was almost over and I just might live to see tomorrow. Around 8:22pm my Little Orphan Annie side had a brief but meaningful convo with my Cry Baby side, and then I allowed myself to drown away stupid head Thursday in mind numbing TV. I'm over my Cry Baby moment and have put away my violin. Pity party done... mostly in part to the pep talk and a little bit to the TV. :) Here is my pep talk in case you ever have one of THOSE stupid head days.
Dear Cry Baby.
Suck. It. Up. It's not that bad. You could be a starving child in Africa. You could be taking cover in a war torn country. You could be back in middle school. So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and got stuck behind the train and forgot your purse and spilled something all over yourself before 9:00am. So what? At least you have a bed, and a car, and you only live 5 minutes from the office, and the TIDE stain stick that worked like a charm. So the rest of the day was rough. So what?! You had a tough day but it was a full day and you get to have another day. Buck up. Shake it off. Let it go and press forward. And guess what? The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun.
With love.
L.O. Annie
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