As an adult, we are supposed to live up to a certain image or follow a certain blueprint and if we don’t, we are deemed or labeled as, “lazy”, “incompetent”, a dreamer. I know that I am not all of those things except lazy every Tuesday. :-p
I guess I’ll tell you want inspired me to write this.
I did a video on identity this morning and I think that it’s something important to mention:
Loss is a hard thing for anyone to deal with and it just hurts when it happens to you. A while back, I wrote about my best friend’s grandfather passing and mine passed on the 18th of this month. I was int he room with him and I was scared. It’s been a little over 24 hours and the image of his lifeless body still haunts me. Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that my grandfather meant a little more than everything to me. He was my rock. He practically was my father and to see someone who used to e strong just taken away from kills you a little bit. I cry from time to time and I don’t even want to go to the funeral. But I think I agree with my mom when she says I need closure. To get the last image out of my mind. It’s so hurtful that the last time I saw my grandfather he had a dazed look, closed his eyes and left. Continue reading
Ok, so I have reached the point where I’m just going to do a big ass random blog on all of the various thoughts running through my brain: