Bubbles

I didn't do anything overly academic today. Today I helped a three year old girl blow bubbles. It was literally the coolest thing I've done all summer. She was wearing those cute little white tights that every girl is required by unwritten law to wear by age eight.With her white tights he had on the cutest floral dress I've ever seen. It was worn enough to be a hand-me-down. This little girl was beaming with independence. Walking around the party like it was her very own empire. She was in her element, being three, that might just mean that she seemed to undoubtedly enjoy being in a brand new place.
I love witnessing the type of wonder I witnessed in this little girl. She was absolutely thrilled that I helped her blow bubbles, she found joy in both of our successes. It is fascinating to me how much joy kids find in the simple things. I am forever indebted to this three year old for giving me the opportunity to be simple and bubbly when I really needed it.

59 days

Today is day two of my two month count down before my return to Marquette.

It is my goal to stimulate my poor neglected brain cells everyday until I am reunited with the academic environment that is higher education.

Today I read this:

www.stumbleupon.com/su/22MJqI/www.scoop.it/t/the-slutwalk-movement

a) This is ridiculous. This is America, I'm not going to stay in the house for fear of wearing the wrong thing outside. Next thing you know they'll tell physical abuse victims that they're just in their houses at the wrong time looking like they could use a black eye. Some people just feed the idea that women are the lesser gender. Bullshit.


b) Slut walk? The word slut is much like the word nigger. I don't understand why people feel the need to redefine something offensive in order to get their point across. Redefining disrespect doesn't make it any less offensive in my opinion. Activism is great; labels are too simple for something this complex. I respect the activism and the message, but I don't think I could ever label myself a "slut" just because I want people to know that I have a right to choose what I want for my body. Hypocritically though, I could see myself supporting this event because it is eye catching and people pay attention to what is being said when activists do things like this. I respect and admire most of what these women and men are trying to do. As a member of Women for Women I am no stranger the power of a provocative or eye catching slogan to persuade an otherwise distracted student. I am just not a fan of redefining slut. I'm a woman, a survivor, a bad ass, adjectives may follow or precede, but I am not, nor will I ever be anyone's slut or bitch, not even my own.

Changes

Change the way we treat each other.

Bullshit.

"You don't know what you have until it is gone."

This quote is bullshit. I always know what I have when I have it. In fact, I often appreciate what I have far more then necessary. Though, this is not the case with somethings. Somethings I am afraid that I will never appreciate enough. I should probably clarify that I am not loosing everything. I have received far more in the last couple of months than I plan on loosing in the months ahead. I'm still fully aware of the blessings that seem to be ever present in my life. I'm just saying that I am aware of the greatness that surrounds me and I am aware when some of those things are not as close in proximity to me as they once were. I have an annoying tendency to reflect upon things before they are gone completely. I think about them even more heavily when I have them no longer. I am aware of how lucky I am. I appreciate blessings past, present and future. I know what I've got, even when I'm gone for a while. <3