Okay, so I’ve been jumping around blogs, starting them and then ending them fairly quickly.
I just hope that this fares better than the rest!
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December 23, 2011
Hmm.
Running up and down the stairs like a weirdo.
For fun?
Yup.
Need a friend?
Maybe.
But it IS fun.
-SP
December 12, 2011
Who am I?
Many people struggle with their identity during their teens.
Is it common for college aged students to do the same?
Who am I?
Some people are students and athletes. They are daughters or sons. They are dancers, musicians, artists, mathematicians, writers…
Who am I?
I’m still moldy. Maybe if I am put in the oven…
But what’s the oven? And how will I get there?
I would like to form before I dry out.
Am I already dried out? How do I know? Will water help? What IS water?
Maybe it won’t..
Nonetheless, how will I know?
-SP
December 10, 2011
Strange…
It seems to me that pain and joy are inseparable and mutually dependent on each other.
Strange…
Still, not too bad.
November 14, 2011
And so I decided…
While it’s healthy mourning the loss of a loved one, it doesn’t seem to be healthy to mourn every single second of the day.
In the beginning, it felt so difficult to breathe. Not only did my cold block off my nose, something in my chest or lungs was constricting so much. I was fighting for air. This feeling seemed to pass after a few moments…so…
For most of the day I slept, thought about my gramma, talked to God, and reminisced some more.
My mother set out food for me before she left and upon entering the living room, I saw the one thing that made me burst into tears again.
I ate it all, tearfully. When I used to live with her, we used to go eat 설렁탕 every Sundays. EVERY SUNDAYS.
While I used to hate it so much that I avoided it, it felt so good to eat it today. It felt sooo right.
And so with that, I ended my tear-filled day and started being a little more productive.
I went outside, took in the beautiful fall colored leaves, basked in the sun, and thanked God.
I thanked Him for my gramma, I thanked Him for the beautiful sunny day, I thanked Him for my mom, I thanked Him for my friends, I thanked Him for my life, I thanked Him for my EED kids, I thanked Him for my church, and I thanked Him…for Him.
Today, my grief is gone, yet tomorrow, I will still be mourning.
-SP
November 12, 2011
He’s the best.
Really, Truly, THE BEST.
Little miss Stella after 20 hours of labor was born.
With a little bit of prayer and a lot of God, something beautiful is createddd.
-SP
