My Girl

I really miss my Daddy. I do not care how juvenile that sounds. I miss him, and it doesn't get easier any minute.

Today is my Dad's birthday and my first official day in school. I can't be with him on his special day and it kills me. I didn't even get to see him today.

On Sunday, we all went out to lunch as a family after moving my sister into her room. After lunch, we walked across the parking lot to a store. As we were walking, my Daddy and I fell behind as my mom and sister led the way. My Daddy and I were walking step in step with each other. We mirrored each other perfectly. We are always in sync with one another. Always. My sunglasses hid my tears.

I am my Father's daughter. I am a Daddy's Girl. I am so proud of that. I am just like him in almost every way. I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts.

Brand New World

There is no light shining for me here;
The flame has finally ceased.
The tide is good for sailing
And my ship has been released.

I am going to faraway places.
I am going to change my name.
I am driving fast on the highway;
I have got my life to claim.

It's a brand new beginning.
It's a life that I get to make.
It's coming at me fast
And I am wide awake.

It's my mistake to forge.
It's for me to take for granted.
It's my brand new world
And I am so enchanted.

Paint Brushes

Hard times hit all people in different ways. Some people constructively use their trials. Some just cannot adjust. Some go through addictions. Some people turn to faith. All suffer. All cry. All mourn. A lot of people go through so many difficult times that it almost becomes easy. Some people never go through anything difficult so that when they finally do run up against an obstacle, they are completely overwhelmed and just can't deal. Everyone goes through something. Everyone has problems. But problems have such a broad spectrum that they are impossible to classify.

Lost jobs. Divorces. Sickness. Legal issues. Death.

A problem that takes one person a lifetime to fix could take another person a moment. That's why you can't judge anyone's situation. Everything will be different.

I would like to say that I am a wise person. I have learned a lot in school, in life, and otherwise. I was simply reflecting today on problems and I stumbled upon a unifier: paint brushes.

I painted a bookshelf today and used two paint brushes. When I was washing them out later this afternoon, I realized that washing paint brushes is not an easy thing to do. You can never get all of the paint out. It was something I had noticed before, but today I found that extremely comforting. Everyone has a hard time washing paint brushes. It is equally as difficult for me to do that as it is for anyone else. We are all unified. We are all in this together.