So when I set out do create a blog, I had in mind that I would update on a regular basis thinking that I have plenty from past and/or present to keep my fingers flying across the keyboard. Even though this is true, I have my fair share of sob stories and drama filled experiences from years passed, I haven't had the time. I haven't had the time nor felt like sharing some Debbie Downer depressing stories for the masses. Masses? Ha. Like I have a wide following of readers who religiously follow my blog, which ironically is named after a comment made my someone I try to forget on a daily basis. Maybe that's why I don't blog as often as I like. The title is a constant reminder of him? I wish. He wishes. Look at me being so cynical. I have, indeed, become very cynical in more recent years. Ask my best friend. She'll agree. I swallowed the pill of cynicism many years ago and it is still digesting. Maybe one day, that nasty little thing will dissolve and I'll be a new person. But until then....
My sister created a blog. However, hers is one that she contemplates the subject weeks prior to posting, researches the topic prior to posting, surveys her family and friends before posting. Totally the opposite of this blog. This is what one would call in the literary world - a stream of consciousness. With no particular topic in mind, no direction entered in the GPS, I am going off the top of my head here. If it doesn't make sense to you...quit reading. Back to my sister's blog. Sorry for the digression. Similarly, she likes to discuss men yet compare them to fish or hooks or something like that. I'm all for that, and I love her to death, but being the cynic that I am (remember the undigested pill), it's hard to relate to that subject since I have not had so many guys in the past "be on the hook," as she posted in a recent blog.
But on a more serious note, I admire my sister more than anyone else on this planet. I often reflect on my life and think of all the things I could have done and wanted to do but was often too afraid to pursue. She is doing what she always dreamed of doing. Since she was a little girl, my youngest sister knew she was going to be an interior designer. And here it is, 20 years later, she is graduating from college with a degree in interior design. How sweet it truly is. She is living her dream. With this fact, I can't help but reflect on my own life. I went through six different majors in college (yes, six. You read correctly). And now, here I am in education. What the hell?! I love teaching. I love interacting with the kids. But education? I certainly didn't go into this profession for the money. Anyways, I digress. As she graduates this weekend, I can't help but envy her and feel a tinge of jealousy for accomplishing the goal she set for herself so many years ago. She is truly an amazing person with so much talent, drive, and focus to make in the big city as a big named interior designer or on tv with her own design show. Yep. She's that good. She always says I am her hero. I think I can say the same for her. Love you, sister.
