Lately I've been thinking about what a year is..
When an event happens. Is a year the third monday of the same month the next year or is it the same day, like the 21st. I've been thinking about this too much considering the monumental one year mark has sprung up since the accident and death of my mom.
Which also leads me to thinking..
What have I done in this past year?
And that's when I realize that I really have done a lot. I passed all of my classes with B+ or higher last year. I managed to have a boyfriend for eight months, and since then have only dated two people. Last summer, I went to places like Kansas, Illinois, Wisconsin, and Iowa to play basketball. That was a blast! Then, I got offered a lotta money to go to a very good private school. Which I now attend, happily and unhappily. I play varsity now. Sure, I don't get as many minutes as some of the other girls, but it's quite an accomplishment for me to be there. I've managed to effectively help raise my sister. It's the end of a semester in high school and once again, I don't think I have a grade lower than a B+! And most recently I have found myself in a relationship with a wonderful boy. :) He makes everything easier.
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I wonder what she'd say. If she saw me right now. Sitting in my cluttered room hovering over my laptop pondering how I've been doing without her. There are so many things that I've done wrong. So many people I have disappointed. Yet, I don't think she would be mad. There's something in my heart that's telling me that I'm doing the right thing. That I should keep going. Stay strong. Make it through and shine like the sun in the end. And that's exactly what I intend to do. Of course there are going to be those days where I get the mean reds ("The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of." - Breakfast at Tiffany's) but I'll make it through, just fine. Just you watch.