how my day ended

I think what is sometimes better than receiving gifts is just having the acknowledgment and knowing that someone cares enough to do something for you.  I got to my room today and found a “happy graduation” letter from my Grandpa on my desk.  After reading it, I wasn’t able to hold back the tears-not because of the check he included with the card, but because this is the first time I have ever received anything just from him.  And that meant more to me than the money.  When I was little and my Grandma was still alive, she would do all the gifts and cards.  After her death, I could tell that everything from my Grandpa was really just from my aunt Bonnie, who just wrote his name on it.  But this time, it was from him.  The card was written in his handwriting. Even the envelope. And that made my day.

terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Today was a horrible horrible day for me.  I am graduating this June and for the past couple months have been trying to decide what to do after school.  I finally started to put some plans together, and my parents decide they want to “give me some advice,” which really means we don’t like the decision you made and want you to do something else.  Don’t get me wrong, I understand that my parents are only trying to protect me and guide me.  Yet, their choices for my life are not what I want to do right now.  The hardest part about all of this is that I always try to take my parents advice and do what they tell me to because I want them to be happy with me. I am a people pleaser, I know this. So, it is a very big deal for me to go against their advice and do my own thing.  But, I have thought long and hard about this for months now and believe that my decision is good.  It is important that my parents support my decisions… but even if they don’t support this one, I’m still going to do it. It’s both liberating and terrifying at the same time.