YOUTH JOURNAL
Sushi With A Side Of TLC...
February 2009
I can't believe how much the temperature has dropped between yesterday and today. The weather is biting cold. It hurts to be out in the freezing wind. Yesterday was quite seasonal. I didn't need my mittens while out with the Observer, which is a first for weeks. Being winter, I get a runny, snotty nose while outside. I suppose we all do. Once it dries, it looks like I sprinkled my nose with sugar. It's been looking this way every day for a while. I know a "sugary" nose sounds gross, but it's part of the season, right? On my way to the library, I keep seeing a caramel coloured pigeon. I usually only see white, grey, or black pigeons. This bird is pretty, probably because it's so unique. I always stop and admire the bird for a minute or two. I like to think it's a female, because we are naturally beautiful, but I guess it doesn't matter.
Sleeping has been a challenge for me lately. I've gained a bit of weight and I tend to worry about that at night. It's silly. Why loose sleep over something we can't change by worrying about it? Weight and my size will always be a big concern of mine. I'm not vain, but I worry about my health and size, as people do lift me daily. Life is easier when I'm lighter and I feel better. Even so, I wish my weight wasn't such an issue, but I guess we all have things that preoccupy our minds. Maybe I need more of a focus in life - something that gives me a purpose, but what? For today, I am going to the Bridal Show and being a daughter and sister. Right now, I am a girl who is slowly warming up while typing wearing black, fleece gloves. My nose is "sugary". I'm not a fan of the cold, so maybe my purpose is to find meaningful work and save my money, so I can move to Florida or Myrtle Beach as a lady in my golden years. Who knows? Maybe that caramel coloured pigeon is from somewhere warm. If I were a pigeon, I'd come here only in the spring and summer and not worry about my weight because there would be bigger things to ruffle my feathers over.
Maybe I couldn't sleep because yesterday was a bad day. Today is better - though it's still very cold. I couldn't travel on the bus to see my family, which made me sad, but at least I felt better. Once home from the library, I needed extra help from my attendants. The lady I had to deal with is challenging most of the time. In emergencies, she is very frustrating. Feeling slightly sick and very annoyed, I called my Mom. In seconds, she picked up on my gloomy mood and asked my Dad to visit me on the way home from work. I have to admit, seeing Dad did brighten my spirits. we went out for sushi, which is our tradition when he visits. As usual, I loved our time together. I forget how much I miss him. Just seeing his face comforts me. Part me wishes I could have been all brave and grown up and concealed that I was feeling under the weather. Sometimes I do, but on really yucky days like yesterday, it's hard. Both Mom and my boyfriend picked up on my feeling off, so I most have sounded rough. I know being mature means surviving days when we feel sick, but maybe sometimes, we all have days when we need a little TLC (tender loving care) from our Mom or Dad.