I love the end of a school year. I'm not too thrilled that I won't see some of my friends for a while, but I'm always thrilled at the prospect of going home. The idea that I'll get to see my parents on a regular basis and actually have the chance to make them so fed up with me that we tiff, you know, the norm. I also love it because the weather warms up, and the days are longer. The grass is actually green, instead of buried under filthy snow and slush. I can leave the window wide open to air out my stale bedroom, and overall, it just places me in a better mood (my siblings will beg to differ).
Today was a decent day, honestly, I think things are getting easier. The days aren't too bad to deal with, and I know that when the day is done I can sit in my comfy chair and blog about all the things that I can't stand. I was walking to Touchstones of Western Literature today and I randomly smiled because I was excited to blog. I think I'm becoming a tad lame.
So I went with my roommate to Queensbury, NY. We needed to hit up the mall there for hers and Michelles (suite mate) birthday bash (trying to get Erica, my friend, in on it, it's her birthday too!). We hit up Spencers and I got her some earrings and a cake mold so I could make them both a delicious cake (which I will not screw up this time). Other than that, I've had quite a mellow day. Did a nice work out which kicked mine and my sister's butt; though, it was just funnier to see her complain. She doesn't know what I have planned for her tomorrow.
On the way back from Queensbury, I saw a railroad track. It made me think of a few nights ago when I was extremely distraught. I was fighting with a close friend of mine, and things didn't end well. That night I went out and walked around. My headphones in my ears, my hood up because it started to rain. I went over to the bridge and I just stood there looking at it. I'm not the type to be suicidal, so don't get that assumption. I just stood there because I'm afraid of bridges. I've noticed a lot that when I'm upset is the one and only time I really try to challenge myself. I need to prove to myself that I'm capable of doing something that would otherwise scare the living daylights out of me. So I stood there, rain soaking through my clothes, music still playing and I looked at the bridge. I needed to walk over it, I needed to prove something to myself. Faced with this, I did it. Shaking from the cold and fear I walked step by step over the bridge, then ran back. The point of the story, I placed myself in a position that made me uncomfortable. I didn't have anyone there to guide me through it and that's what life is about. Sometimes we won't have help and when that happens we need to rely on ourselves, and we just need to make the first step.
Do something out of your comfort zone, you may surprise yourself.
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