Between designing blogs, work, school starting, and life, I have hardly had a minute to myself.
Right now, I am sitting down, drinking coffee, eating a bagel, and pretending like I have nothing else to do but enjoy.
Sometimes, I desperately need this pretense. I have to forget all that is going on around me for, say, 30 minutes. I have to teach myself how to breathe again.
Thanks, mom, for making me so Type A (that's why we get along so well...).
Now, I'm off to read from GivesMeHope, just to have a mini cry here in the coffee shop, and to remember what I love about life.
Here's an entry I read there a month ago that just made me break down (in a good way, that is)...
When I was 8 years old, I was in a car crash and lost my left arm.If you need a pick-me-up and a minute to breathe/cry, check out the site.
For 14 years, I’ve dreaded having to put on my prosthetic arm everyday.
5 months ago, I woke up and went to put my arm on. I found it with a ring on the finger, and a note in the hand that said, “Liz, will you marry me?”
My fiance’s love for every piece of me GMH.
Until tomorrow (I hope), dear friends!