I want to share some of my quirky stories, happenings that so strangely happen to me, and some starting over advice that I have found soothing in the chaos of finding {somewhat} of myself in this world.
I have stories that you and your mother wouldn't ever believe. But let it be known the realness I bring to the table. For instance: today while walking around Southlake's beautiful townsquare {an outside mall placed in the heart of a city full of wealthy doctors and doctors' wives} a woman and I met briefly at a corner. It was that moment we have all encountered at some point in our lives. You're walking about your merry little way and then BOOM! you are now face to face with someone curving around that very same corner you once trusted. Well, this was somewhat like that experience. I was walking with my sister and we were chatting. I then realized a group of people on my left and so I squeeze as close to the wall on my right as possible {feeling the wall brush ever so lightly against my sweater} in hopes of course that my sister had the appropriate amount of space between her and the strangers. As I approached the corner, I felt something crash into me. Full force crash. The woman came ripping around the corner, full body impact into my chest. She was all of 4'11", sunglasses covering her whole face, hair most obviously dyed as dark as possible to cover the gray, and clinging to her purse. I then jumped backwards in complete shock; I even used the common phrase "Oh my gosh!" in hopes she would realize that what she just ran into was in fact a person. Instead of reacting like most of us do with the common "Oh my gosh {chuckle::chuckle} I'm SO sorry!" this woman insisted on plowing through. Plowing through what was in fact a person: me. She full heartily kept pushing her way through my body. But sadly dear friends, this brick wall is not labeled "9 3/4" so her efforts came to a complete halt. Without saying a word she continued pushing through until she had finally made it out on the other side. There I was. Standing, staring at my sister, in complete and utter shock. As we both bursted in laughter I continually asked her if she saw the whole encounter, reassuring myself that what just happened was real. That a woman did in fact just try to run me over without a sound. That a woman decided to completely ignore the fact that I was there. My sister assured me with her tears that it was so very real.
Things like this happen to me all the time. So I thought I would share my laughs with everyone. These experiences were given to me so that I could share them with the world. Tragedy does sometimes strike without warning, but my life is pretty much a romantic comedy a majority of the time. I pick up the pieces, laugh, and in the end I always marry Jennifer Aniston.
This blog is going to be full of stories.
Stories I hope I remember to embarass my kids with someday.
Stories that I hope inspire you to be more flexible, understanding, and caring towards others.
Stories that have completely molded the life I am bound to live.
Thoughts?
