Sei grande

"A pensarci bene il bello di te
E che viaggi sempre sulle mie frequenze, sei grande
Ed in certe cose sei come me
Non t'accontenti di essere una tra tante, sei grande"

Nek

      I think well of the beauty of you and you are always on my mind. You are great. And in some ways you are like me, not content to be one of many. You are great.

      Summer hasn't been too bad as of yet. I'm working on keeping myself centered, and doing things I need to do for myself. I've been stretching every day, and doing simple exercises to awaken the muscles I've been neglecting for too long. I'm taking control of my body again. Concerning my mental health, I've been doing a complete cleansing of my room. In the past 3 days I have filled 6 trashbags with old clothes and old memories.

     It was very nostalgic, and almost as if I was throwing away high school, middle school, and even elementary school Emily. I found my laser-tag scores from the band trip to Gatlinburg (I got negative points on one). I found my first real purse that Katlin, Kat, and I named "Joe", and proceeded to think of it as a person for the years I carried it. I found the first love note I ever wrote to a boy, that I never actually gave to him (Chris, 6th grade). I found an entire box of dried out blo-pens (remember those? Oh man, what a throwback). I found so many things I wanted to hold on to, but tossed into the bag with everything else. I had to get rid of everything that was not relevant to me now. And I must say, I feel really good. I enjoy being in my room. I don't feel quite like I'm suffocating anymore. I have room to breath.

     But as much as I've loved locking myself away in my room with cleaning supplies and doing crunches until my abs are screaming, I do need to get out of the house soon. I need more out of my summer.