This post was in no way planned. It’s one of those things that I started thinking about and knew I had to say something and share it with as many people as I can. So, here we go. I hope this helps you. I hope you speak up. I hope you love everyone and hate no one.
I won a cup.
That seems like a very strange statement to start a blog post off with, but that’s how this whole thing started.
The cup is from the Ellen Degeneres show. It’s not a special cup; it’s a clear, tervis-like cup, with the classic aqua blue logo on it. That’s it. But for some reason, when I looked at the cup this morning, I knew I needed to write about it. Here’s why:
The other day, I was sitting by the pool reading Eat, Pray, Love for the second time. The first time I read it was shortly after it came out, I was in middle school, and I hated it. But now, reading it at 19, I can see myself in some of the stories Liz tells, I could see myself in some of the situations she found herself in… hopefully not all of those situations, but I’d be okay with the Italian getaway parts.
“Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.” -Elizabeth Gilbert, (author of Eat, Pray, Love)
DISCLAIMER: Mom, if you’re reading this, and I’m sure you are, you may want to grab some tissues. You told me last time to warn you before you read a post that will make you cry, and this one probably will.
People ask me all the time about my dad. People ask me all the time what it’s like to grow up with a single mom. I don’t blame them for being curious, how could I? It’s human nature… we all want to know everything. What I don’t appreciate is the pity. I don’t need it and I don’t want it, so don’t give it to me. I’ve learned that that’s not an easy request to fill… I can see it in your eyes when the topic comes up. But it’s ok. I get that it’s hard to not look at me differently once you know.
