The Five for Five Combo.

So today, after a few hours of sleep, some empanadas, and an escapade to ikea under my Sunday belt, I shall write a new post, hopefully more sane than last night's. I can only hope so. Because I was a bit out of it last night. I was very tired.
But in this morning's light, I was a little bleary-eyed, but I had my wits about me. For a good twenty minutes I chose to lay in bed and stare at my ceiling. I grabbed my laptop and hummed to myself as I thought about what I had seen that night. My dreams. I slunk downstairs for a hot cup of tea and carried it up to my room where I got back in bed. Where I thought some more.
My mind began to work. I sipped and checked my e-mail, and wondered. My thoughts were, at this point, in a whirlwind. And I had only been up for half an hour.
As the storm inside cleared, I found myself wondering about life stories again. I remembered when I was younger, middle school age, writing on my MySpace page about how you never really knew anyone until you listened to what they had to say, or that everybody's life story was worth knowing. And I've, throughout the years, further validated this by experiencing it first hand. I have met so many new people since those small days at Clark. I've learned, especially this year, how important it is to simply talk with the people you know and love. How important it is to lend an ear to the things that don't get heard the most. And not only listen well, but speak of yourself also. Tell your experiences. Express the way you feel about things. Develop your opinions and morals into what you want them to be. What you feel is right. Because we're all becoming adults. Some of us a little faster than others. But we all arrive there at some point.
Anywho. To get to my point, I believe that trust and loyalty are key to all things in life. Believe me when I say that actually listening to somebody and saying things back gets a lot done.
Amazing amounts done.

So, I'm off to the church. Off to accompany my youngest sister to her first reconciliation class. Going to sit and learn with her. Going to try and not fall asleep.
I remember that day. Sitting in the gym with my mom during my first class. Gripping my very first rosary, staring into the infinate space that was wherever we were. And I could of never imagined then where I would be today.
It's been so long since then. I can't believe that it's my turn to teach her.
It's a little frightening, because I'm not the best of teachers.
But this is one challenge I'm more than willing to take.