Huffing and puffing my way along the trail that follows the river, I saw the sign. (And it opened up my eyes. I saw the sign! Thank you, Ace of Base.) But really, I saw one. I'm glad I actually read what it said and it impressed me to the point of actually taking a picture of it. It said, "Stranded please help me get home, everything stolen just want to leave"
It made me curious, sad, grateful and curious again, all within 2 seconds. What was this person's story? Where was home? How did things get to this point? Did they get where they wanted to go? Then I realized that we're all like this sometimes. We forget our own story, get far away from home, forget how we got off track and feel like we'll never get back. Whatever the reason for this desperation, I hope this person found themselves where they wanted to be. Hopefully I can be nice enough to read other's signs and help them along their way.
Onward down the trail I went.

I finished up by walking home along the river and having Jónsi serenade me. Is there anything more relaxing? I think not. Well, maybe I could've been getting a piggyback ride while eating some Nutella. Anyway, I was reflecting on where I am right now in life. Compared to most LDS girls, I'm behind in the game. I didn't get married until I was nearly 25, I have no children or any on the way and I haven't graduated college despite having graduated high school 8 years ago. Buzzkill. But then, a moment of clarity! The thought came to mind, "Ashlee, quit comparing yourself to everyone else. You haven't missed out on anything in life so far." And I haven't. Comparing done.
"Comparison is the thief of joy."
ReplyDeleteYou are perfect and I love you just the way you are!!
ps let's play soon
pps you have a serious way with words!
HI Ashlee,
ReplyDeleteI just discovered your blog and I'm hooked. I am sitting at the table all alone laughing at your description of your job and the skinny girl. Keep writing!
ps--i got married at 25, too!