Letters to Share

This blog post has been inspired (and pretty much copied) from my friend Katie Bastian, whose blog I LOVE.  Every now and then she'll write random letters (like journal entries) to anyone and post her thoughts, concerns, feelings, etc.  I've decided to do the same...

Dear Puppy,

I'm sorry you don't have a yard to run in or a grassy area to lay in when it's sunny outside.  I'm also sorry that big dog around the corner turned out not to be your friend when we thought he was.  I'm sorry you really don't get to HAVE any friends because dogs are weird and don't know how to be appropriately social.  Maybe we should let you be in PetSmart training classes again so you can make dog friends.  I love that you are straddling the couch right now with your head in the blinds, staring out the window at mid-night.  You're a weird, furry little thing but I love you.

Dear BYU Basketball Fans,

I watched the game too, and I'm a huge, sore loser.  I hate losing, especially when there was so much hype and good reason to think we were going to win.  It doesn't even make sense that I'm so affected by the loss because 3 months ago I didn't even really care about or watch college basketball. I usually only follow football. I confess that I'm a bandwagon jumper this season and have become obsessed with BYU's success and completely support and admire the ridiculous skills of Jimmer Fredette.  Hopefully we'll have some magical success in the next game.  *sigh*

Dear Roommate/Land Lord/Best Friend,

Thank you for giving me a place to live.  Thank your sister for giving me a bed to sleep in.  I'm sorry that an open Saturday night that should have and could have been a lot of fun, turned out to be the opposite.  I'm sorry that I can be really moody without good reason.  But I hope you know how much I loved hanging out last night.  Listening to the BYU game in the car on the radio, eating tasty treats and cheering our heads off-- it was so much fun.  And as I took Sadie for a walk afterwards, I thought: "I love my life right now.  I love that I just spent the last 2 hours with my best friend having such a good time."  And those are the moments I forget that I'm 30 and single and often feel like I'm going no where... but instead just feel happy and content.  Thank you for being a good friend.  And I hope you can overlook my faults and weaknesses.

Dear Teens,

I absolutely LOVED skiing with you today.  I love that the ski people assigned me to be a coach for 2 of you when I really hardly feel like a skier myself... but they think I'm good enough.  I love that they watched me go down with one of you when I helped you FINALLY make big, safe, wide turns and not go out of control.  I also love that I laughed my head off when I was going down with another one of you and you completely flew off down the hill and my "successful teaching" wasn't so helpful that time.  I love that my job today didn't feel like a job at all.  I love you kids.  I love that you are willing to try new things and really take advantage of great opportunities.  Also,  I'm not rich enough to buy you McDonald's breakfast every Saturday but I was in a good mood and enjoyed doing it today.  

Dear Boys in My Ward,

Not a single one of you has ever asked me on a date in the last 2 years that I've been in the ward.  The sad thing is I totally would go on a date with any of you-- not because I want to marry all of you, but simply because I'm nice and would go on a date with you.  If you had asked.  

Dear Male Species,

I wish I could watch a romantic comedy with at least ONE secret love interest in my life to think about.  Unfortunately there isn't a single person to linger in my thoughts right now.  Where are you?  

Dear Friend,

I'm glad you needed help with your Spanish tonight.  I don't speak it enough, but when I do-- especially when I read or speak it out loud-- I am reminded of how much I love it.  And I feel things differently in Spanish, like the words are more meaningful.  I miss speaking Spanish... and then I miss my mission.  I hope your Spanish attempt goes well tomorrow.

*Sigh*  I feel better now. Thank you Katie Bastian. :)