I love to write. Everyone who knows me knows that. Yet I don’t take the time to ever do it. Even if no one reads what I write, whether it be on wordpress or in my journal, I’m going to start writing everyday. Everything gets crammed in my head if I don’t have a way to let it spill. So, let the spillage begin.
I had a tennis tournament yesterday and it was my last time ever being at Fair Oaks. Considering I’ve been going there since my freshman year, it’s fairly sad that I’m never going back there. Saying goodbye to places is just as hard as saying goodbye to people.
26 days until I find out about my IC internship. I’ve been praying every day for this position to be granted to me. I can feel it in every ounce of my body that this is what I should be doing. I just hope I’m right.
Tomorrow is the start of the Dallas Cup, and this being my sixth year [I think] going, I’m absolutely ecstatic to show my friends why I am absolutely in love with soccer. This week will be great.
The Year I Got Everything I Wanted by Cameron Conant is brilliant. You should consider reading it.
“It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone /But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”
