Post Secret

About a week ago, my sister and I went to the library to borrow a few things. We decided to pick up a Post Secret book.

One secret said, “If you’re looking for a sign, this is it. Do it. It will be amazing.” On that same page was this picture of Carl Waclawik. He passed away a year and a half ago, and he is anything but forgotten.

I didn’t know him, and I wish I did, but as my friend said, “It’s the little things that make you love him. Even now.”

On the back of this picture, someone wrote, “We miss you so much. Lead us home.”


21 and invincible. can’t wait to screw this up.

it might have taken me 21 years to realize it, but now i know i’m glad my parents are over-protective. i blame it mostly on our culture, sometimes to stereotypes. but for the most part i’ve always hated it. or at least i thought i hated it. it’s not until recently when i heard a converstation:

Susan: …. And I… okay, I’m overstepping again, aren’t I?
Meredith: As mothers go, I’ve only ever known overbearing, never over-protective. This is all new. It’s okay.
Susan: It is?
Meredith: Yes. 

growing up sucks. we all know that. i’ve definitely made my feelings clear about that. it feels a lot like walking on a wire, without a net to catch me. it feels like i’m ready to free-fall anytime. it’s so easy to make mistakes, and there are no do-overs, or anything anyone can do. nobody can save me. it’s scary. i know i’m scared shitless. i’m 21. and as much as i want to be invincible (like andrew mcmahon is, from something corporate), i’m actually pretty vulnerable. i’m as fragile as any other girl who’s trying to figure out her life. well, i guess i’m not just any other girl. i’m luckier than most, because i have over-protective parents. it’s silly, but having that reassurance that someone’s protecting you, at least to the best of their ability, it makes everything doable, manageable. they probably don’t – and can’t – protect me as much as they used to. and i’m going to miss that.

it does sometimes feel like i’m on my own.