In Time there will be a Perfect time.

Is there such a thing as a perfect time? Maybe ‘perfect timing?’ Whether that be in an ironic, controversial, personal, or even comical scenario, time is always on the clock (ha, see what I did there? Ok, it was much funnier in my head.)

ANYWAY.

Here comes the point where my mind goes completely blank. All these things I planned on writing about, or venting, or words I planned on transforming into some inspirational or significant blurb that would touch the hearts of all my anonymous readers the one or two readers who have been such wonderful friends… I’ll just start writing and see where it goes, how does that sound? I’ll try to keep it short. No promises…

Happy [belated] 4th! I hope everyone had a fantastic and safe weekend. God Bless America. Fourth of July always makes me realize how blessed I am to live in this country. It is yet another thing I don’t realize how much I take advantage of and how grateful I should be on a daily basis to be here.

Funny story: I’m allergic to the sun. Ok, not ‘allergic,’ just incredibly sensitive. But no worries! I’ve gotten it under control, nothing a baseball cap and strong medication can’t do, eh? He he…

Friends. It’s been a slow week. And it’s unfortunately only Tuesday. Even though it’s summer and school’s out for another month, I really, really want to go on vacation. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been having a very relaxed summer, enjoying free time, family time, and extra minutes for those z’s I seemingly miss at school…but the BEACH. I miss my sandy, salt water home. *sighs*

Moving on.

I miss my friends. Very much. I haven’t seen or talked to any of them, with the exception of a few, since school. I know we’ll have tons to catch up when we get back, but still, I just feel incomplete without them – shhh. That wasn’t supposed to sound corny… Regardless, I’m excited to see them again in August (OH MY GOSH IT’S ALMOST AUGUST!) and get back into my school and “regular” routine so to speak. I love my family, my oh so, very Modern Family, but sometimes, there is such a thing as too much family. Sometimes.

Oh happy days. Trust me kids, it’s the little things that will always matter in the end.

Time to vent. Just a little. Two things: 1) Work. 2) My mother…and her crazy obsession with weight.

1) Work. I love my kids. I’ve said this before I know, but I’ll reiterate, I would risk my life for them if it came to that. Even on the days they don’t listen, the days they act like the little youthful stinkers they naturally are, or spoiled teenagers their parents are glad they don’t have to deal with even if it is for an hour, they always teach me something new. From patience in learning new dives, to holding back frustrations when the light bulb just flickers, to celebrating to the fullest extent when they overcome their fears. Even if it’s just jumping off the “high” board. It all matters, and it all builds characters, theirs and mine. Coworkers on the other hand, are nothing like kids. And thank god for that; however, whereas I can more easily relate to kids feeling like a kid at heart, sometimes I believe my coworkers and I are on two completely different planets. Different mindsets, goals, conversation starters – some days it blends, other days, crickets probably have better conversations.

2) My mother. I love my mother. She is a rock in my life. Occasionally a rock that gets in my shoe, but more often a rock to hold onto in times of trouble. Strong, beautiful, [yet] stubborn, protective, caring, all incredible qualities of a mother. Going back to strength and beauty, she’s never been a heavy lady, but for whatever reason she’s suddenly become very obsessed with exercising and dieting. Mostly dieting, to the point it’s become a little scary. Maybe it’s just me and my own jealous and insecure feelings about my own body image, that’s another story, blah blah blah. But I’m not the only one that’s noticed, her friends have gone up to both her and me, saying “Chrissy, you’re so skinny, OMG!” Or “Beth, has your mom been working out, she looks great?!” My answers: Yes, and yes.

I suppose her whole weight loss journey has just lit a fire under me to push myself harder. Running an extra mile, or doing one more rep even though my muscles are screaming…something just to up the edge, you know? It’s just, weird. I don’t know how to explain it, just…weird.

Random thoughts: just saw a beautiful cardinal in the bushes, I like cardinals. Don’t know why, but I’m thinking about my friend Henry. Haven’t seen or talked to him in a while, but I hope he’s doing well. Started a co-blog (is that what they’re called?)! SUPER STOKED let me tell you, it’s going to be fantastic!

Annnnnd, just reread my title. I realize this blog just went from point A to Canada. Random, is what I’m getting at. I’ll try to wrap up my point in the next 50 words here…

In time there will be a perfect time. What the hell do I mean by that? Well, I guess we often don’t realize how much the little things may (or may not) create a monumental change in our lives. Maybe there is such a thing as a perfect time, but it doesn’t come instantly. Instead, it is built upon these unsubstantial, irrelevantly simple instances that shock us into new experiences, varying emotions, and moments of nostalgia that bring us back to the people that makes us who we are. You don’t go looking for a perfect time, it’ll come to you like all the other great things in life. But whatever you do, don’t let go of the memory of how you got there, because the feeling of once you get there will surely free you.

~Cheers~