Last night, I dreamt the strangest thing (in case you were wondering I am an avid dream analyzer. I’ve even taken classes to get into the nitty gritty of my dream). Anyway, in the dream I was standing, alone, in a grocery store—probably Market Basket—in front of the frozen food section. I was trying to decide which type of pizza to buy. While I was standing there debating the pros and cons of each type, the announcer came on saying that the grocery store was going to close in
How do you tell your story? Is it with exclamation points and emojis? Do you “umm” and “er” your way through certain passages? Maybe you have a fulltime narrator who provides running commentary throughout your day. Or perhaps, like me your story just seems to kind of appear with little thought. If we’re talking stories, why do some things happen? For instance, what was the purpose of spilling almost a gallon of coffee on myself before going to work? Speaking of accidents, why
One week has passed since Steppin’ Up happened. I’ve never been to anything quite like it. There’s just this atmosphere to it, it’s really hard to describe. Although I’m not going to give you a play-by-play of the event I was struck most by the size of it. There were just so many people. It was the second time I’ve been to Steppin’ Up so I can’t really compare it to other years, but wow. I think that all of Claremont was there. Seriously. It was so awe-inspiring to be around
To everyone who doesn’t know, Turning Points Network in Claremont is heavily involved with Green Dot. For a while now, they’ve organized their fun run, Steppin’ Up. I’m so excited to attend tomorrow. I’ve created my own team and everything. We are PUMPED to attend. For weeks we have been practicing. I think my boss is more excited than me, because I’ve been skipping around the office for weeks now, and he’s telling me I’ve taken my enthusiasm and ‘run’ too far with it. HAH.