This sad realization is why I am the overly enthusiastic, optimistic person that I am. I become extremely excited over Jamba Juice, decorative pillows, small animals, sunshine, and about a million other little things that make me happy because I try my hardest to appreciate the small details that make up my days, months, and years... Every detail is significant and should be acknowledged and appreciated. This is a mindset that I live by.
In short, my weekend was filled with amazing friends, great music, dancing, and of course lots of laughing. On Friday my friends and I explored the Northwestern frat scene until the wee hours of the morning. On Saturday we went downtown for an awesome show featuring electronic/funk/jazz music at a neat little venue. Sunday was GORGEOUS. We laid out at the lake fill for hours while doing homework and relaxing, and made friends with a beautiful Australian Shepherd along the way.
As the clouds finally drifted across the sun around 4:00, I laid on Manda's quilt alone, staring off into Lake Michigan. Cyclists rode along the paved path, mother and son walked hand in hand, friends gathered for pictures along the shore. Grass twisted between my toes while a breeze gently tossed my hair to the side, Jack Johnson singing sweetly in the background. I was at complete peace. No one and nothing could take away this moment.
I could not ask to be in a better place.
Carla Bess
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