This morning I was getting ready for work and listening to my most recent favorite Pandora station, when a song I'd never heard before came on. It was called Mileage by Brian Vander Ark, and it was beautiful. Sort of an escapist, spontaneity encouraging song. I stopped what I was doing and sat on the bathroom counter and listened to the song, and I made me ache for a road trip to somewhere sunny and warm. When it was over I turned off Pandora and had to spend about ten minutes convincing myself not to run out to my car and drive to California by myself. I had to remind myself that I had to go to work, I had classes on Monday, I had commitments for the weekend, I needed to be responsible. So I finished getting ready, went to work for six hours and missed all the sunshine the day had to offer, and then spent the evening mostly having fun with friends, while in the back of my mind wondering what would have happened if I had just left. But that's not what I do, and thats not who I am, and I decided thats okay. So what if I need to plan my fun in advance? So what if I take my obligations and responsibilities seriously? So what if just the thought of being spontaneous makes me nervous? Thats why I have friends and people I love in my life. Because we aren't all the same. I need friends like Reyna and Matt and Joey to make me stay up till two in the morning watching movies or go on cattle roundups, and they need me to plan birthday parties and make sure everyone is well fed and taken care of. How lame would life be if we were all the same? So I'll go on being responsible most of the time, and keep on making friends with people who can give me a shove when I'm being too responsible. And yes, my closet is categorized by type of clothing and subcategorized by color, my books are organized into genres and within genre by author, and I've been using Franklin Covey planners since I was about sixteen. And you know what? I like it that way!
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| I can only dream of something this beautiful . . . |
