A thought.

I hate stupid b.s.

Stick it to the man.

I know what this is about.

I can totally related to this Postsecret postcard.

Should I cite the Wilson Philips song now or later?

Later.

Watch this! It'll brighten your day. It did mine (from a crappy one this evening).

My coming of age saga continues...

I love it when I can relate to items on Postsecret.


I'm definitely feeling this item. I can't say that I'm there yet...but I'm close.

Let's begin.

We cleaned the windows in the house today. These windows were recently replaced within this past decade so it's practically plastic. We pulled them apart, wiped all of the dirt away and then put them back in their place.

There was something slightly comforting about the entire activity. When the window was removed (screen included), it left the house with a gaping open entry between outside and inside. It was reminiscent of being in the Philippines, where there are no screens on windows in the houses in my mom and dad's respective neighborhoods. Only bars so you can't just break in or climb in I suppose. You don't need to slide the window open over there; it serves no purpose. The climate is different.

It made it easier for people to communicate with those open windows. We could talk to each other, one person inside and one outside of the house. We could summon each other without yelling twenty times over throughout the house by simply yelling at least once or twice since you could hear them through the open windows.

In any case, it was reminiscent of a time when things were so easy going and carefree. So many things big and small didn't seem to matter. They all escaped through the window.

The windows are back up in the house now (obviously at this time of "day"), and those stupid everyday worries are starting to rush back in. They're trapped in the same room with me and I need to get some air.

I need something in my life that never fails to blow a gentle breeze my way that reminds me that calm exists and it's beautiful.