"And I just loved you."

I'm watching "Sweet Home Alabama."  I haven't seen this movie in ages.

It's pretty good.  Like most movies today, it has some things in it that are totally unnecessary to the plot that could be taken out and that would make the movie a little cleaner - but other than that, it's pretty good.  Watching it again brings back all the memories of when I watched it the first time, and that's the longest story of my life.

Okay, maybe not THE longest, but a pretty long one anyway.

I took today off, even though it's Friday.  I didn't really get a day off this week since I had volunteer orientation at the hospital Monday and Tuesday morning, and Wednesday afternoon, and I feel like I've been on the run for a good amount of time now.  I needed a day where I could say, "Alright.  What do I want to do now?"  And after I do that, I can do the next thing that I want to do.  No plans.  No expectations.  Just...open.  Put some gas in the car and just do whatever.

That might be selfish, but I haven't gotten to do it for a while, and I won't get to do it for another while, so today was the day.  I cleaned some, drove out to Dale (woo!  Mini road trip.  I loved it), went to Starbucks and read my book (Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy), went to Walmart and got some new flip-flops (the last two pair I've bought have been the wrong size) and some new earrings (studs - I can't wear dangly ones when I volunteer at the hospital), and then came home and had lunch and started watching the movie.

Who else knows what will happen today.  Maybe I'll write some more later.  :)

TaraRowan

For tomorrow.

Oh, today was a day.

You might think, "Well of course today was a day.  A day is a twenty-four hour time period in which one has time to both be awake and asleep, to be productive and to rest, to make hundreds and hundreds of choices that may or may not have a lasting effect.  So of course today was a day."

And you'd be right in thinking that.  Today, in many ways, was a typical day.  Twenty-four hours, being awake and asleep, producing and resting, and choice upon choice.

But what I mean when I say that today was a day is that today was one of THOSE days.

You know the ones.

The ones that just start off on the wrong side of the metaphorical bed?

The ones that find you being late and you can't figure out why?

The ones where you spill milk, the worst substance to spill because not only does it make a mess, but it soaks in and rots?

The ones where not only do you spill that milk, but you spill it on your bed?

The ones where you lay down to take that nap, but you just can't get to sleep?

Yeah.  It was one of those.

But you know, there were good parts too.  Thank God, seriously, for the good, beautiful, small, little, seemingly unimportant wonderful things that bump into you when you're having one of those days.

I am ready for tomorrow though.