Day 512
It’s funny how things just happen. Take for instance my job. The dilemma of quitting came to a resolution after I was scheduled to work on Sunday. That was the end for my H-E-B career. Funny thing is that I didn’t want to quit because I like my job but my Mat 5:3 was screaming inside that if working on Sunday was a must then I had to leave because that was the right thing to do. Soon I’ll be broke, I’ll miss my job and I’ll want to go back.
Time goes by fast. That was discussed three days ago with Hunt.
Thinking about the age I’m in…
She recalled how one of the teacher’s daughters got married this past weekend and she happened to be 26. Well, 10 years ago, that girl walked into Hunt’s class to learn history. Then she mentioned how the first graduating class of out school was in its junior year in college.
So then I got into my silly thinking about life.
What was I doing ten years ago? Ten years ago I was starting first grade. I literally remember my first day of elementary so clearly… as if it ware yesterday.
What about ten years form now? Where could I be? I could be married. I could have kids. I could be living in some distant corner of the universe. Who knows…?
And then there are the misfortunate events that happen out of nowhere. Like everyone is living their own life doing something different until you bump into them. Then it’s like you join lives or more like you join paths. Lives joined where at some points you wish you would have missed a bus or turned the other way or stayed where you were at or not turned your head or not looked up or missed that phone call. But your life stopped and started and you can’t regret it because you love it.
I think that’s part of growing up; realizing who was worth meeting and keeping and who needs to be let go of. People that you don’t want to let go are the most painful ones to go through and if you endure the wait, you don’t let go. We keep them even if it means to wait.
It’s like when we are babies and our moms put us in a corral. I remember my corral. I liked it a lot too. It was blue and simple and yet it made me happy because I had fun in that little secluded area. So then my mom would leave Ilse and me in there to play while she went about to do her thing but we knew she was there and that she
would come back.
Well at 16 I’m stuck being the mom in a symbolic way. When I come back to get what I left in the corral I will get it for sure. It’s not a matter of question; it’s a matter of fact because 10 years from now, it’s going to be my way.
