Hanky please

I just finished watching The Family Man for the second time. The first time I watched it, I was relatively unaffected, thinking it was just an okay movie. This time, I cry my eyes out. What a difference two years makes. And, for all of you cool, strong, intellectuals, I don't care if it is sentimental, romantic sap - when Nicholas Cage pleads, "I choose us," it's beautiful.

Unsettled

A guy asked me out today. I had I hunch that it was coming, and I turned him down. I feel so bad about it though. I know I don't want to date the guy, but I wanted to cry afterwards. I wish everyone could find acceptance where they long for it.

Autumn

Autumn reminds me that things pass quickly. The leaves in St. Louis turned vibrant this weekend, so much so that I have been startled by glances out windows and steps outside into the oranges, browns, and reds. Within a week and a half though, it will be over. The trees will be bare and though the weather may be beautiful, the sights will not be. We’ll start saying things like, “I bet that ridge is beautiful in the spring.” I better appreciate the colors now, because they won’t wait for me to think I have time to take them in.