Yesterday life smacked me in the face—literally—and it told me a few
things. A football came flying across the beach and knocked me in the side of the
head as I sat at the edge of the lake watching the last bit of summer being
sucked from under me. Normally, I wouldn’t have been so forgiving of the source
of my pain, but as soon as it happened, I realized it scared me more than
anything. It didn’t make me mad that the side of my face stung or that my
straightened hair was wet with fish infested water. Instead, I smiled and
tossed the football back.
It didn’t bother me that the football hit me because I was lightening
up. I was accepting anything life had to throw at me—no matter how cheesy that
may sound. For now, my life is about the lasts.
That was the last time to go the beach for the summer.
I had my last fun nights out of the summer with my best friends.
And tomorrow, I will start my last year of high school.
Part of me is excited to see my friends and the teachers I love (Yes, I
actually think some of my teachers are awesome, and I’m so excited to see
them, again.). The rest of me could use another week. Another week to relax.
Another week to do my own thing. Another week to sit around and blog because
this has become my new favorite pastime.
Unfortunately, I am summoned by law to show up at
this big old building at 7:30 tomorrow. So, I will leave you with this:
My goal is to blog at least twice a week this
year. Sometimes I will blog more, but I am now a hostess, a high school
student, and an executive committee board member of my school’s volunteering
club. I have a bit on my plate this year.
My challenge for you: find something that you
care about enough to make a goal to commit to it like mine! Good luck.
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