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I’m happy…


High School Dance: 1941

Today was perfect in a million small ways. I mean, there so much that could have gone better. I wish I’d been more proactive about housework and homework. It was absolutely soaking wet outside. I went to a dance, and wish that I’d have done something I didn’t have the courage to do.

But in another way, I wouldn’t change a thing. Driving to a soccer game in a warm car with rain all around and the sound of jazz enveloping everything and coating it with significance… getting ready for the dance with a group of friends (some new, some old)…actually wearing make-up and painting my nails…having far too much coffee and far too little food…dancing like a maniac, even though I can’t really dance…having my stomach do those stupid flips that prove I’m actually a human with feelings and emotions…driving home and experiencing that sense of camaraderie that makes you feel young and alive in a way few things do…

I think I’m beginning to understand that I’m a senior. I feel so utterly alive, in part because of the coffee and the late hour. But another reason is that I feel awake for the first time in a while. I feel like I’m living my life, not just watching it pass by. And I relish it.

That’s all I’ve got tonight, guys.




Heat. Sun. Sandals. Short hair. Popsicles. Pools. Sun glasses. Lemonade. Concerts. Tie dye. Volleyball. Soccer. Sweat. Movies. Candy. Popcorn. Running. Friends. Giggles. Hugs. Whispers. Fireflies. Secrets. Dancing. Dresses. Barefoot. Climbing trees. Tag. Dirt. Flowers. Grass. Books. Reading. Notes. Writing. Poetry.  Sand. Beach. Holding hands. Salsa. Fireworks. Catch. Ice cream. Foursquare.