I've been doing alot of reflecting the past couple of days. I originally started writing this post this morning as I sat there and did laundry. It ballooned to something really long and detailed, but I figured that maybe short and sweet would be the better way to go. All the reflecting started on the busride home from the House 2 trip. When I first heard about the trip, I was a little skeptical. Even after House 3 went and some of the people came back telling us how great it was, I couldn't help still be a little cynical. "Right, how awesome could it really be.", I thought. Ass. I really turned out great. A few highlights:
- pulling off the log walk.
- talking that kid through the whole thing.
- the props everyone have me afterward.
- getting to spend most of the day with two great people.
- the view from the beach.
- helping my friend during the rock wall.
- the cartwheel competition, that I did awesome in.
Ultimately it was a great trip that made me feel really good about myself.
Last night I got to have dinner to celebrate a great friend's birthday. Originally, I didn't think I was going to make it because of the hectic morning and afternoon I had, not to mention my financial situation leaves alot to be desired. Come on March 5th! So when I told my friend I couldn't make it because I was broke, she said come anyway. I told her I couldn't do that. She said I was a good friend and she wanted me there. So I went. At the end of the evening, I tried to pay, but her husband just handed me back my card and she have me this look. After having my card handed back to me twice. I just gave up and my friend smiled at me. When we got up to leave, I have her a hug and said, "Thanks". She said she was happy to have me there.
There was that warm and fuzzy feeling again.
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