Sometimes this happens:
Sometimes this happens:
I stand there watching like:
and then when they almost drop the stern, but save it, I’m like:
What would you do if today was your last day?
I’m determined not to blink
Why do people get all up in arms about how the “government isn’t helping us!”. No government is perfect, especially ours.
Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on politicians in any way. I barely follow it, truthfully.
But seriously. Why do people rely on something so much that they expect it to cater…
(I ramble a lot and my thoughts dont make complete sense most of the time by the way, so be warned.)
At this time 3 weeks ago, I was sitting in the dark trying to wrap my head around what all had happened and trying to make sure everyone I knew and loved was ok. Here it is 3 weeks after the storm, all my family and friends are alive and well but I still haven’t really come to terms with everything that has taken place. I still tear up every time I see pictures or watch a youtube clip.
It’s times like these that I most struggle. It hurts me to the core to see other people hurting. As I look at pictures and hear stories and realize what all some people have lost… i don’t know.. I just want to replace myself with them. I do this with complete strangers even. Why? I dont know. I want to take all their hurt upon myself so they don’t have to deal with it anymore. It kills me to see someone cry and over the past three weeks, there has been a lot of crying. I just want to go to Tuscaloosa and make it all better, but I can’t and it kills me. I know times like these make us stronger but it just hurts so badly. I pray for God to help me and everyone involved in all of this and I know he’s there, but there’s times when, for example, i drive down 15th street and I just feel so alone and helpless. And what makes me irritated at myself through all of this, is how I’m having my own little pity party over here and I was hardly affected by the storm. My apartment was fine, not even a single tree down, my car was fine, physically of course I didn’t have a single scratch, all my family and friends made it out alive, but yet at times I feel as if it was me in Alberta City. Why do I do this to myself? It’s not fair to those that lost everything. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, so I’m just going to stop before it’s a complete mess and doesn’t make any sense at all.
Just so very thankful for my family and friends. #blessed #WeAreAlabama
I’m a morning person, I’ll put on the coffee. Or go down to the coffee shop because that’s what I do.
Double stuff. Not negotiable.
“He must become greater; I must become less.” ~ John 3:30
There’s really no real reason for either of us to put pants on unless we are leaving the house. Even then, pants are negotiable based on distance from the front door.
You look way better in my shirts than I do.
I am determined to live the life I’ve imagined