Yeah, it’s kind of been like this, except for more than a day and minus the red hair.

Dearest,

Today I did something unconventional. It was actually quite difficult for me to speak, but I needed to learn what being human was again, how to risk a little, and the importance of expression.  It is significant because I should have told you what I felt, what you needed to hear.

I love you.

I’m sorry for what we’ve become and our sad little hearts. But let us finally get some rest, you in your bed and me in mine.

Please don’t lose me in all the miles in between,
Angie

Trying to pick a purse to bring to EL’s (my sister) graduation.

Mom: I regret buying this purse (gestures to an older purse that has never been used).
Me: Even I don’t love that one. You didn’t ask me for my opinion when you bought it.
Mom: See I like the purses your dad picks for me (gestures to a new purse).
Me: I don’t like it. Besides it is too casual.
Mom: I like it though, it’s very youthful. Your taste is very old.
EL: She looks so old (points to my dress*).
Mom: Why does my daughter dress like a grandmother.
Me: You want me to wear heels?

*Vena Cava would be quite offended.

Tim Brown, IDEO (an awesome design shop).

I feel like my dreams have been crushed, ripped apart and ground down the garbage disposal. Irretrievable. No trips, no best friend. How do I know this is the painfully right choice?

But then I have to be remind myself that I was unhappy.