When thinking about all of the “stuff” I own, the clothes I donate each year, the leftover food I never get to, the dust I sweep up off the floors, and the stuffed animals I donated when I moved out of my parent’s house, it makes me think about what I really value in my life. I have slept with the same teddy bear since I was 10 years old and I am now a 20 year old full grown woman. I can’t sleep without him, but if my house was going up in flames, I wouldn’t risk my life dodging flames to safe my dingy-oversized teddy bear.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to travel up to Northern Arizona with eight rowdy high school girls so that they could hear the greatest love story ever told. My roommate dropped me off at our departure location and I was oddly distraught, playing back in my mind all of the things I should have packed, hoping that none of it was forgotten. For the record, I didn’t forget anything and was heavily over prepared (literally).
Normally when I look at trees, it is not my first instinct to look at their roots. This morning was different–I saw the trees’ roots and could not keep my mind from wandering. I thought about how those strong roots are what keeps the trees from blowing away in the wind, and the soil they grow in is what keeps them alive.
During the fall, I experienced the U of A student section, and might I say it was a ton of fun. I watched the football game, spent some long overdue time with my besties, and witnessed Wilbur the Wildcat pole dancing. Getting into the game was a story unto itself, so let’s get started.
Today I was driving along and saw that a gas station was selling gas for quite the steal, so I pulled out my wallet filled with a whole $13 and got my old girl Rhonda some gas. What happened next was the moment that everyone’s mom warned them about: the moment in which you place an important object on top of your car, forget about it and drive off. This time, the important item happened to be my wallet. It is a little pouch filled with all my personal items–including but not limited to my license, my Starbucks card, my craft store VIP membership cards and of course my debit card.