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June 12, 2013

I just wanted to quickly post a little thing on here about how much I do love this whole "blogging" thing and that it's kind of weird to me that people actually read it. I mean, I used to want to keep a diary like the ones that you would see in the movies or in commercials, but for some reason, I was never able to keep up with a diary. But now that I know that there are people reading the words I'm writing about my life, it's like it's easier for me to talk. So this is a shoutout to you. Thank you so so much!

Make sure to check back for updates on my crazy life and check my other blog My Perfect Summer for updates on my "perfect" summer which is just beginning!
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June 4, 2013

Have you ever heard the song, "You're Going to Miss This" by Trace Adkins? Well yesterday that's all that was running through my mind. And I wasn't just thinking about how when I'm older, I'm going to miss being this age and all of the wonderful things happening to me (although I might not miss all the crazy hormones that come with being a teenager), I was thinking more about my parents.

My parents are old, in my eyes anyway. They are old-er parents and I worry about them every time they cough or sneeze. I talked to one of my closest friends, Ammie in case you were wondering, and she worries about her parents all the time too. I guess it's just a natural feeling.

Remember when you're little, and you thought your parents were superheroes? I loved that time because I didn't have to worry about them--and I guess I still don't have to worry about them. But I do. All the time. I pray for them every night and every day and I worry about them when they complain about having pains in their back or their arms, or when they have a little cold or even just allergies. I realize that all of this worrying is crazy, and most of it is probably unnecessary, but I don't think I'll ever stop worrying. I'll probably get more worried about them as the years go on and they get older.

But lately, I've been worrying about them (like normal) and I just heard that song somewhere, or maybe I just remembered it, and I realize that the majority of this worrying is unnecessary. I'm trying to help out more, complain less, and try to live in the moment with them. They won't be here forever, and I do realize that (even though I feel like crying every time I think about it), so I'm trying to enjoy the time we spend together.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, enjoy the time that you have with, if not your parents, just your family and your closest friends in general. Don't think about what could possibly happen and all that could go wrong, because that will drive you crazy. Just . . . enjoy.
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