Habits That Dorks Harbor, And The Benefits That Ensue...

There are some things that matter, and some things that just don't. It is only fitting that on this, the day to celebrate all fathers, I articulate what I believe truly matters (i.e., my daddy) in life...so here goes: The truth is, I am not really sure. I keep two journals--both given to me by two of my cousins when I graduated High School (shout out to cousin Ashley!). In one I keep observations I have made of the world, the second I keep observations of myself and quotes that inspire me. I have noticed that the one that contains observations of myself has grown much more rapidly than it's old friend. As a matter of fact, I think that it has taken to taunting the other journal. I have every ingtention of giving it a stern scolding, but that isn't the point. I don't think I am vain, okay let me rephrase that: I am a little bit vain but I'm not to the point where I am more interested in myself than the rest of society, atleast not yet. This certainly isn't the case. I am curious to a fault. However, through this particular journal, I have written documentation of what my life is about. What I live for. I highly recommend it to everyone. Through it, I express what I know to be true. I know that car rides with the ones you love and enjoy are something to be treasured. I think that getting all dolled up for an occasion you have long awaited is an important necessity in life, keeps a person sane. And let's not forget the grave importance of frequent bathing. These are all things I believe in and hold dear, and I am fortunate enough to realize just how vital they are to my soul. This is truly the definition of blessed. I know that it doesn't matter what size by thighs, hips, and feet (yes, feet, and I am sensitive about it) are because I have really good food I get to enjoy every day...and I have bad enough balance as I am, can you imagine how bad it might be if my feet were SMALLER? I also know that the fact that I have not studied much at all for my Pedagogy test this coming Saturday, and haven't even begun a paper that is due in a week, is not the end of the world. Because I have been busy with things that DO matter to me, these things just aren't a pressing issue for me. They should be, but aren't. Say what you want about my lack of motivation or questionable priorities, but I assure you that I always know exactly what my soul needs, and because of that I know I've got a pretty bright future. And you know what? I bet you have one too.