(found somewhere in the stumbleverse)
Sometimes sleep seems to cure everything. I woke up this morning with a huge sense of calm. Usually, I have to will myself to calm down (calm down as in to feel peace instead of negative emotion), but this morning's been different.
I don't live in that awesome aquarium bedroom; I live with my sister in a one-bedroom apartment. And that's just fine for now. I don't need fish swimming over my head at night to be happy, do I? No.
That got personal. Not my intention for this blog, but hey, sometimes I get really ego-tastic and decide to talk solely about myself. Yay, me!
Okay, semi-sarcasm aside now. Isn't it strange how we associate a person with a particularly happy or meaningful song, and then that particularly happy or meaningful song no longer holds its significance with that person? I guess what I'm trying to say - but failing to do so - is that people come and go out of our lives. Friends come, friends go. Boyfriends come, boyfriends go. A few friends will be great friends forever, but others fade away. It's sad, but it's a part of life. And those friends/boyfriends who were once in our lives affected us - sometimes in a really big way. So I know I will never regret any friend I've ever had or any guy I've dated or done whatever with. They've influenced me in a way some will never know.
(Yeah, this photo doesn't really have anything to do with the above post. I do that a lot...)
And, heya, Dree Hemmingway! Next time you go down to the beach for a photoshoot, give me a call! I'd be glad to hang up your wet clothes and what not! Just let me smell that salty air again...