[watch that — before you read, after you read…just watch it.]
Weird right? But kinda nice. After nine months of never being alone, I’m soaking up my time in my own fortress of solitude. So when I returned home from a fantastic day of camp yesterday, I played guitar, ate some ice cream, gave myself a pedicure and watched “No Strings Attached” in bed. Sounds a little lame without a partner in super cheesy middle school crime, but it was relaxing.
The moral of that story is that sometimes alone time is magical. You get a lot of thinking done. and if it weren’t for the bits and pieces of alone time I got throughout the school year, I never would have made all the self discoveries that led me to the Happiness Project.
On a totally different note, I’d like to point out how magical it is when you reunite with an old friend and pick up right where you left off. It’s as though nothing’s changed and you just saw each other yesterday because your friendship is so natural and organic and . . . well, awesome.
So thank you, old friends, for never faltering. It’s quite nice.
If you haven’t yet, pick up a copy of “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky. Get back to me in three days when you finish it. Think about how it made you feel. I think my life really started when I got sucked into the pages of Charlie’s story.
You Could be Happy 