august 21st
writing the date is shocking. august 21st. woah. where in the world did the summer go. last night I had a dream and it felt a little bit like the Christmas carol. i got to go back, to see the whole summer in front of me, hut couldn’t say a word. each time I should have or would have done something, but didn’t, or wished I had walked home a little slower, or seeing the little expressions or glances people gave me, that I had missed while I was wrapped up in something that just wasn’t all that important when it came down to it. i must say I’ve done plenty of stepping out of my comfort zone, and all those moments in which I felt like I would like to wither up and just melt into a corner, I couldn’t be more proud of now. like the night I had to wear my grandmother’s pants and shoes to work, or when I had to communicate the pickiest order to the kitchen at work. i feel proud of the times i screwed up, or made it through situations that I’d radther die in. I feel stronger now. not like I’m going to sing about it, but looking back on that dream, to the beginning of august and them seeing in the future, I’m beginning to see what really is in store for me, or atleast how I’m going to survive through it.
