It's Friday - 10/19/2007 - Revisited

I started this particular blog last October and this was one of my first posts. {It's not fantastic, but it is what it is}

It's funny how much changes in a year and how much actually stays the same. What I have gained most from being a part of this bloggy blog world {besides learning more about who I am} is really getting to know all of you wonderful bloggers and I want to thank you for cheering me up when I was down and making me feel really great about myself when my confidence lacked. I hope {via comments} I was able to do the same for you and I hope we can continue to unite each other and strengthen the human bond in these stressful times in our lives {personally and worldly} ...even if we never meet in person :)

There's something different today. Maybe it's because it's October. Maybe it's me. It's very still and quite warm and there's something eerie in the air. It feels as if someone is watching. I keep looking over my shoulder and into the hallway from my desk in the office, expecting someone to be there. An energy is pulling my focus elsewhere.

I had a strong craving for wine today which is unusual. Not only do I drink only on occasion, my first choice is not wine. Today, it was wine, and I wanted to start drinking it at around 2pm. Of course, it wasn't until I got home from work, grabbed my husband, returned my rental car, picked out a pumpkin, brought one over to my brother's house, grabbed some food to go, picked up guitar hero 3 and returned home when I finally uncorked it. ...and it was delicious.

God and religion have been the topic of choice today. My most recent thought on the entire category of god is that he is Santa Claus for adults. Many people think if they stop believing, they will not go to the mythical heaven. Like children feel when they learn that St. Nick is not real; they fear they will not get presents. It's a bit of a sad realization, as it was when I learned that Santa was not real. But it also symbolizes a growing period {forcing me to really think about what exactly I do believe in}

After a long night of wine, getting kell to laugh on the phone, and rocking hard to guitar hero 3 (which may I say has some awesome new songs), I took the dogs out for their last walk, a chore usually left to my husband, and found the mailboxes littered with post-its with hand-written messages on them. Immediately I thought it was the work of a religious group and thought it was a sign that my god is st. nick theory was right. but then I saw Believe... on the box next to ours, which had nothing ...and maybe that was a sign. But it just seems so ridiculous to me. {btw, I grew up Catholic and attended Catholic schools}

Believe in yourself. Believe in love. Believe that nothing is coincidence ...just believe

Happy Friday!