Written on August 8, 2011 on the flight from Frankfurt to Atlanta:
They're of headdresses in faded neutral colors - so something tells me I'd really like your heart.
What did you grab to sit with? Your iPod and a book. Your blue passport shows that you're American, but I didn't need to see that to know I don't think.
This is another one of those moments where paths cross for not even a second, then continue on in their own separate ways.
Who knows, maybe my kids with call you uncle [insert potential name for the cool-named-tatto-iPod-book-airplane-guy.]
What kills me is that this isn't anything like a "love at first sight" thing. Its more of a "we'd probably be really cool friends" thing. And not to be dramatic, but I'll probably never know a thing about you. SO, cool-haircut-natural tattoos-gauges-airplane-iPod-book guy, I wish you a good life and a growing soul.
I suppose my mind works a bit like a movie. Its amazing, really. But I get stuck in this "I'll never know you so I'll imagine you" world and I forget my life isn't as magical as I imagine it sometimes.
So, to remedy my 10-hour flight blues, I'll survive on no sleep and submerging myself in movies I haven't seen. Beautiful.
Atlanta, I can't wait to see you. I've missed you.-
Going through and reading my old journals from this summer make me feel more like myself. I'm not a huge fan of who I've been lately. Who I am hates who I've been I guess you could say. I want to be me, fully, vulnerably, wholly, and holy. Me. One thing I've learned, is that I am quite the dreamer. I want to be that. And I will be. I will be my dreams.
Are you ready? Because I am.
I love this quote: "My whole life I've believed I was made for something big. Now, I'm just waiting." But the truth is, I'm not waiting anymore.
Cliche? maybe, cheesy? perhaps. But I mean it, I'm not sitting on my ass anymore. I'm getting on my feet and I'm making it count.
Ma olen valmis.
I'm ready, I am.
