Secrets

I haven't written in a while. I've been really busy, but tonight I just thought I would type a little something for good measure.

I religiously read PostSecret every Sunday and LGMH every night before bed. Judge away. I've always been a sucker for love stories, even the really super cheesy ones that make me laugh because they're so bad. And PostSecret lets me know that everyone is struggling with something inside their head that they're not letting on about. Even if I don't know their name or gender or anything about them really, I KNOW them on a deeper level because they told me a secret.

So here's my PostSecret #1: I almost passed up my full ride to Denver for you but
decided that following my dreams was more important. I'm
still convincing myself I made the right decision.

Honestly, I've always been terrible with goodbyes. It started when I was only two or three years old, when my brother and sister would leave for college. I didn't understand, so I would always run away and hide, refusing to say goodbye (because in my mind, they wouldn't leave until they said goodbye). I learned the hard way that's not always the case. And to this day, saying goodbye is the hardest thing. It's not that I cry or get really sad or lonely, I just...can't do it right. Three down, more to go.

Cheers!