This worn-out adage has come to mean more to me than I'd like to admit. It's silly, or maybe it just feels that way because I've been in denial for too long [that sounds like some stupid facebook status - bleh.] I always honestly considered myself above needing other people, and I suppose that to a very small degree that is true, I can continue breathing and moving forward by myself, but I don't believe that I will ever be able to actually thrive without some fellow breathers and movers of the human variety. And guess what, I said "i love ____" at work tonight about a hundred times. I couldn't believe myself. Most of that is because now that I've allowed myself to let down my guard a wee and gotten to know the crew[s] better . . . guess what . . . i like them . . . surprise surprise rachel. If I could just get over the silly superiority complex and realize that all people are worthwhile, man my life would be so much better. So, here's to letting loose and allowing the next six weeks (and fifty-one short days) to be the greatest I've had. I'm not quitting, I'm not giving up, and most importantly, I'm going to go for it and latch on to the mother land. No more coconuts/palm trees/sandy beaches for me
. . . okay, maybe a few beaches.
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