Hello! My name is Kim and I'm one of Christina's guest bloggers this week. I've known Christina since elementary school and we've been friends ever since! The other guest blogger is my sister, Beth, who is also one of my best friends. I can't explain how invaluable these relationships are to me. Just last night Beth picked me up from work and I'd forgotten she was coming. So when I saw her I literally ran through crowds of people saying, "Excuse me, pardon me" and then into her and gave her a great big hug. She had parked in the parking garage, but we accidentally entered where the cars enter and not through the staircase, so we went the three levels on foot. At the beginning I started to go a little faster than walking, and then Beth started to go a little faster than me and then suddenly we were both running. I had no idea where the car was, so I would keep expecting to turn a corner and see it, but Beth would say, "No the next one... or, I mean, the one after that!" and the ridiculousness was overwhelming and we just giggled the whole way up, panting and running, each carrying our various bags (me) and dinner leftovers (Beth).
I think there are times in my life when I feel like I'm not working hard enough to achieve everything I want. When I don't exercise regularly, or sketch enough, or I don't know random things that other people think I should know, but in those adrenaline-filled stupid moments like running through an empty parking garage and laughing, when life just smacks you straight across the face in the friendliest way, it's okay. Things are put more into a perspective. I feel empowered and ambitious and also care-free. Some things don't seem as important anymore. If I ate too many sweets, oh well, as long as I have all the nutrients I need, right? If I don't know when the civil war was, it's okay. I can always figure it out, it's not the end of the world. And Christina and I tried to figure it out the other day and we came pretty close. (I believe I guessed the 1870s based entirely on the history of photography and trying to figure out a timeline of fashion based on what I've seen in movies. Looking it up now, I was about ten years off, it was the 1860s.)
I really like being in my twenties, I feel like I'm more comfortable with myself now than I was then. I feel more confident in my abilities and talent. I feel I know more, and I can also see there is SO much I don't know. It was great being in my teens - at the time. Now that I'm in my twenties, I don't want to go back. I sincerely hope I feel this way with each new decade of my life... I think I will because the more I know the more I'm glad I know it. Like when Deathly Hallows, the book came out. I was SO HAPPY it was out. I was kind of sad there was no more waiting for the next thing. But the book was far better than waiting. And same with the movies. I was quite glad the last movie was out so I could get on with things. I can always rewatch the movies and reread the books. To me, the release of both were very good things. I wouldn't want my entire life to just be about Harry Potter and waiting and waiting and waiting (though I LOOOVE waiting for Harry Potter stuff. I just don't need to be doing it for the rest of my life). My aunt asked me what I was doing now that Harry Potter was over and I sat, not knowing how to answer because I was doing everything I've always been doing anyway. My life had changed very very very very very very very very very little due to the movie coming out. I guess it's part of growing up. I've still listened to CoS three times on tape this year, so Harry Potter is FAR from leaving my daily life, it's just a different presence now.
Unfortunately time is restricting the length of this entry for me. I know I was just rambling, but hopefully I've said some things you guys find interesting. Thanks for letting me blog!