I hate snow.

I came to a conclusion today. And I felt you all would be thrilled to bits and pieces if I shared it with you.

First off, I'm an idealist. Many people over the years have told me that. I see things how I know they should be. What is fair and good. And I tend to get upset when they don't turn out that way. I'm definately a happy ending kind of girl. Every story I wrote for my Creative Writing class had a happy ending. I'm sickening that way.

But today, something happened that was less than my ideal. I had, in my mind, how I knew the situation should turn out. Or at least how I wanted it to. But the situation took a rather cruel and ironic turn. And I had to just let go of my ideal and watch the event unfold.

Now, at first I was really upset about this. It wasn't fair! This wasn't how it was supposed to work out! But then it occured to me that some of lifes greatest joys come out of things that "weren't supposed to be that way" Like a girl gets pregnant in high school...it really stinks...but a new and wonderful life comes out of it. Or a school shooting occurs, yes, it's terrible and tragic, but things change in our schools to keep such events from happening again. Life isn't fair, I know, but I think something good just might come out of this crappy happening right now. And if it doesn't...I'll eat a pound of chocolates. :D

=Em