We're so proud of you...

So...basically I realize that no one looks at this blog, much less reads it, and that's okay, you know, because I barely look at it. This realization would normally have killed the tiny flame of desire I had to keep this blog going...but, I've come to the conclusion that I'm writing this for myself more than anyone else. That's not always been the case, but it is now. So, if you're reading this, great, if I'm talking to no one, great.

Sincerely,
Kaitlin R.

The fury of attack...

There's nothing like singing as loudly as possible, and dancing like a crazy person to brighten up your day.

Yesterday I visited the marching band. I realized it wasn't so much the actual activity I missed, although I do miss it greatly, but it was the people I loved being around. My wacky, crazy, hilarious friends who made the experience of Marching Band absolutely incredible. I miss them. I miss walking through Orem High. I miss wincing as I listened to the drumline, I miss wandering around the band room and playing hide and seek with the pit...

But, this isn't about missing people and things. It's about being grateful for my time with incredible people and an amazing experience.

Sincerely,
Kaitlin R.

It's a brand new day...

I sit at my computer, wondering what will be expected of me today.

I look at my hair, rumpled, ratty, and ready for a trim and have no desire to straighten it, except for the fact that that's what one does.

The dentist is waiting for me this morning. Two cavities need filling even though I floss and  brush regularly. Thank you mouth.

Marching band is on my mind this morning, but the ache isn't as deep as I thought it would be. Is that normal?

I want a new job...but I realize that no matter where I work, no matter how perfect, I'll probably still complain about it.

Granted, a book store sounds better than a clothing store.

That's all...

Sincerely,
Kaitlin R.