I should be sleeping right now, but I’m too excited about life. We’re staying at this posh apartment for free (it seriously looks like something out of a magazine); tomorrow is our second day of the Bulgarian edition of the Willow Creek Leadership Summit (amazing!); I recently obtained Malcom Gladwell’s newest book (Outliers), and today was a great hair day (a first on the world race). Also I’m just incredibly excited for all that the future holds…how does it always end up to be so wonderful? Only God knows.
I’m convinced that one of the best ways to start each day is to have someone you love crawl into bed with you. Then you can stay in bed longer and have a good conversation in the meantime.
Today was one of those days.
My deodorant, contact solution, soap, and mascara have all run out in the last day or two. I take this as a sure fire sign that I’m starting something new….
Today = Chelsea’s.
Tomorrow = NYC.
Tuesday = Ireland.
It’s been nice tumbling with you.
Imagine you are talking to someone of the opposite sex who mildly (or absolutely) captures your attention. In so many words, you have what psychologists refer to as a crush. Have you ever experienced that moment when your heads are turning reverse ways and your eyes catch each other? Then there is a moment of connection- where you hold each other’s gaze for a millisecond longer than is ordinary. And in that millisecond you are overwhelmed with a million different emotions. Your stomach turns into a blender that combines bouncing butterflies with flipping pancakes. During that extra millisecond, time slows down. It feels as if you are blatantly staring into their eyes instead of the passing glance that it really is. It’s as if you are communicating to each other by sending messages through your eyes. You don’t know if the person is smiling or frowning because all you see is the sparkly swirls their eyes produce. It’s much more than that though—you perceive more than the eye is capable of.
The elongated millisecond ends, the connection is broken, and your stomach blender stops churning as your heads continue to rotate.
Next you begin to wonder. You wonder if there is a chance in this world that this person has a “crush” on you too. You wonder if they watch you when you aren’t looking. You wonder if they felt the same jumble of sensation and blending of butterflies and pancakes.
You also realistically wonder if everything that just happened was only an illusion made up in your mind.
(Side note—I absolutely dread these moments now).
Is is weird that sometimes before I send a lengthy letter in the mail I type it out on Microsoft and save it?
You guys…I’ve pulled my pectoral muscle. This marks the third time since my senior year of high school that I’ve done this. The first time I thought there was something wrong with my heart, because every time I took a breath I felt like it was being stabbed. But I went to the doctor and learned that’s just a symptom of a pulled pectoral. Lovely. The second time I pulled it from lifting weights, so I was forced to give up my dream of being a female body builder. Now that it’s happened again I just want to sit in a pool of spaghetti and never move. Okay? Okay.
Also I have an eye infection that makes me look like Lord Voldemort.
