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Carry On

If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on

This song kept playing today and it really spoke to me. When bad things happen and the entire world changes in one moment, you can carry on. Not only can you, but it's OK to. It's ok to carry on. It's ok to laugh. Tell a joke. Do something for yourself. It's ok. 

It's ok to feel. It's ok to cry whenever you need to. It's ok to let it hit you again. It's ok to keep repeating the same phrase over and over again to the same person. It's ok to reach out. It's ok to not. It's ok to want to hit the lady saying her day is ruined because she spilled her coffee. It's ok. 

Friends are the best. They seriously are. Especially when you're all grown ups and help each other and listen and ahh. I seriously have the best friends, like, ever. Friends and family are important in the whole carrying on process. 

I know there is peace in Christ. I know that He can get us through everything. I know that He knows how to prepare us and get through the things to come. I know that feeling anger will get in the way of that peace, and will make things worse. It really never helps. I know that Christ will help us let go of that anger. I know that it's ok to carry on. I know that there is always good, and that looking for it will also bring some peace.

Some little things.

Finding your friend pinned this with your name on it. Really made my day!


Yesterday I was having lunch before class and Sammy had to go to work. I was feeling quite emotional and didn't want to be by myself. Right after he left, I sat down at a bench and a squirrel hopped right on the table. I always kid with Sammy that I want to pet the squirrels and he freaks out. Now here I was by myself with a squirrel a foot and a half away staring right at me. I jumped and the squirrel got scared. But it kept coming back to me and just staring up at me like a dog. It climbed on my backpack, I jumped. It sat on the bench next to me, I jumped. And then it sat down right next to my foot and stayed there. It was the weirdest thing ever. Next thing I know there's a pigeon next to my other foot. I felt like Cinderella. I realized though I hadn't wanted to eat lunch alone and that squirrel and pigeon sat with me the whole time. 

Finding out the seats your randomly bought for the cheapest price were in the front row. Having it be nice weather the night of your first soccer game. Having an awesome date night, and screaming when the Rapids made the winning goal! 


Hugs.

Having your teacher actually like your story. 

Having the perspective that makes you utterly grateful and humble and live in the moment. Watching your words and realizing you have NO idea what anyone else is going through and feeling, and to be kind. 

Decided the only way to close this out was with some more words from Fun

Cause we are
We are shining stars 
We are invincible 
We are who we are
On our darkest day 
When we're miles away 
So we'll come 
We will find our way home 

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