Lesson #3

Sometimes a "wrong" turn happens for a right reason. 


We may not know the reason for why things happen but eventually we see how the "wrong" thing led to the "right" thing. 

Lesson #2

Tuesday June 20


Lesson of the day: Growing up is hard. 




It used to be that the hardest thing was deciding what game to play at recess, what color dress to wear to homecoming, which table to eat lunch at, which pair of shoes to wear with my school uniform. 
They seemed like hard decisions at the time, but little did I know. 


Growing up is hard to do. 

Letter #8: To an Internet Friend

Here is the 8^th letter in my 30-letter challenge. It is to an Internet friend. 

Dear Internet friend,

I met you first at school, but now we live so far apart.  Our relationship has changed dramatically since we no longer live so close.  Now, the best way to describe us is “internet friends.”

Despite the difference, I hope we can still be friends for a long time.

I don’t know what else to say.  So much has changed between us.  Just know that we may be far, but it only takes a click of a button to send an email.  Please don’t lose touch. 

Letter #7: To an Ex-Crush

Here is the 7^th letter in my 30-letter challenge. This one is supposed to be to an ex-boyfriend or ex-crush.  Kind of an interesting letter.  This is one of those letters that you are supposed to write and then burn or shred without ever sending. 

Dear Former Crush,

You know who you are but most people reading this might assume I’m talking about someone else.  Well, I’m writing to you.

We never dated but I liked you for over a year.  You liked me too.  In a lot of ways, I owe you a thank you.  I met you when I was going through a rough patch in my life.  Through our friendship, parts of me could be healed. But, I never could figure out why you refused to date me even though you liked me.  Well, I finally know now.  I was waiting for my husband to come.  Had I been dating you, I would not have been free to date my husband when I first met him. 

It hurt my feelings that you couldn’t take the risk by dating me.  But the pain you caused me only made me appreciate my husband more. The pain is long since gone and I have no embittered feelings toward you.  I have a genuine gratitude to you. 

Everything happens for a reason.  You were there as a friend for me for so long.  I enjoyed our friendship. I learned a lot and grew as a person. 

You have a girlfriend now and I’m happy that you found someone that you can commit to. 

In a bizarre way, I needed to know you before I could meet my husband.  I hope that you have found that same happiness with your girlfriend. 

Friday Morning Inspiration

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. 

       - David Viscott

Letter #6: To a Stranger

Here is the sixth letter in my 30-day letter challenge. 

Dear Sir,

I saw you when we went out to eat dinner at the Warsaw Inn.  We were sitting at a table for four near the middle.  You were sitting alone by the wall.  You had a glass of red wine pour neatly to the right of your plate.  I don’t know why I remember the part about the red wine.  I guess it made me think that you were enjoying your dinner.  You don’t have red wine if you plan on scarfing down your meal. 

But the thing I remember most about you was not your wine.  No, it was your sadness that I remember most.  There was such genuine sorrow written on the wrinkles of your face.  We thought maybe you used to come here regularly with your wife, that maybe the Warsaw Inn was “your spot” with her.  We thought maybe that she died and you continue to frequent your favorite spots to keep your wife’s spirit alive. 

Of course, I don’t know if you were married, or ever were for that matter.  All I know is that the sadness was there.  I hope that your sadness will fade.  I hope that you can be happy again.

I’ll probably never see you again but in the brief time that I saw you eating dinner with your red wine, you taught me a lesson.  Cherish the time you’ve got.  Cherish your loved ones.  Love your spouse.  Never take anyone for granted.  I hope you find peace from whatever was troubling you.

May God bless you and keep you. 

Letter #5: To My Dreams

Here is the fifth letter in the 30-day letter challenge. This one is supposed to be to “my dreams.”  How do you write a letter to your dreams?  Does it mean dreams as in aspirations or dreams as in nightly REM cycle dreams?  I don’t know.  Well, I’ll guess I start by saying that I have very unusual yet vivid REM-type dreams.  I try to analyze them.  In the summer after seventh grade, I had intense dreams all summer long. I dub it “the summer of the dreams.”  Here are a few examples.

1.    I lost a really cool bracelet that my mom gave me, and I was pretty sad about it.  One night, I had a dream that I found my bracelet.  Seemed like a normal dream…. But here’s the kicker: when I woke up, the bracelet was in my bed.

2.  In 4^th grade, I had a dream that St. Nicholas saved my life.  He told me to wake up so I didn’t die.  So, I woke up.  One of my loose teeth had fallen out in the night and was loose in my mouth.  Later, that day, I realized it was the feast of St. Nicholas.  So… my theory?  I had a dream that told me to wake up so I didn’t choke on my tooth??? Sounds crazy. Maybe it is. But that’s how it happened so judge the facts for yourself.

Anyway, I’ll start my letter.  I’ll go with the aspiration type dreams.

Dear Dreams,

I’ve always been a dreamer.  For as long as I can remember. Daydreamer fits me perfectly.  I think one of the reasons why I’m never bored is that I’m such a good day dreamer. 

You’ve always given me great aspirations to work towards so thanks! Sometimes I think my dreams are too unattainable, but the challenge is kind of fun…. Sometimes its not fun, but for the most part it is. 

One of my favorite poems has to do with dreams so I’ll share:

what if you slept?

and what if

in your sleep you dreamed?

and what if

in your dream you went to heaven

and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?

and what if when you woke up

you had that flower in your hand?

ah, what then?

-coleridge

Love,

The Dreamer