You Are My Therapy
Here’s the thing:
I had a bad day yesterday, a terrible day really, and I didn’t want to write a post that was mopey and whiney. Also, I just didn’t want to. Right now I feel awful about that. It almost makes me feel like a bad mother. This blog is important to me, lately it’s become a very disciplined part of my life. this blog is my own personal therapy. You, my no longer non-existent readers, keep me going. And looking back on yesterday, I’ve decided I really do need this.
Today I was in a better mood. The weather is holding out which helped a lot. It rained this morning, but I saw a little sun this afternoon. Also, I saw my absolutely favorite professor TWICE today! Yay! Of course this day wouldn’t be nearly as good if I didn’t have the weekends activities to look forward to!
The Ladies In Red have our first MRA(Membership Recruitment Activity) this evening! The PLAN was to play childhood games such as hopscotch and bubble blowing, etc, etc outside. However, I have already mentioned the rain, so you know the ground is wet and not conducive to such activities. Therefore, we will be inside the Conservatory coloring and probably watching a movie. If the weather stays nice this evening, we may make it outside after all, but we’ll just have to wait and see. After the MRA, we are having Skip-Bo Night at The Triplets’ house across the road from campus. I’m very excited, because those girls are the epitome of F. U.N. and it’s always a blast when they’re around.
Then tomorrow, Saturday, is our first home football game! Woohoo! Now anyone who knows me well knows that the real reason I go to football games is to watch my amazing friends in the marching band. Really, I’d be ok with it being the marching band show with a football halftime, but I know that I’m in the minority on that one. Also tomorrow, one of The Gingers and I will probably be watching a little Pride&Prejudice featuring the lovely Colin Firth. That alone is enough to make my whole weekend wonderful!
I hope all of you that read this know how much you mean to me. I also hope you’ll take the time to comment, but I know that most of you wont. That’s ok too.