Another Week...Another Story.

I haven't posted in a while simply because I felt as though there was nothing to post about.

Well, was I wrong!

I was thinking this week about how there is ALWAYS something to say. You might not think it is important, but someone else might! You don't know how how what you say affects other people or prompts them to do something that they might otherwise not have done. Take this story for example:

This week as I was walking to school, I saw a woman walking toward me down the street and she was wearing a super cute shirt. I wanted to tell her what I thought about it, but she was a stranger and so I was ready to walk by without even a second glance. When I was about 5 steps away, I thought "I'm going to do this." So as I was approaching her I said, "I really like your shirt!" She stopped smiled and said, "Thank you so much! It's new and nobody has noticed it. And by the way, I've been looking at you since I got to that last corner and I just wanted to let you know that your outfit is so cute."

Totally made my day, and I brightened hers.

Here's another story for the week... My little sister has a blog called Life Through My Eyes (http://xoxothinkaboutit.blogspot.com) and I always go on there to see what she's written. This last post was about MISSING PEOPLE and how you miss different people in different ways. This is something that I've been thinking about a lot recently because I haven't seen my family for three months, and today I found out that I'm not going home for Christmas.

The next time I see my family will be in April.

This means it will have been a whole 9 months since I last saw them. Now don't get me wrong- I love college and don't wish to be anywhere else, but there is a type of missing that is specially reserved for family and it leaves this sort of emptiness in you that you never realize could be quite as strong as it is.

Seeing my little sister's post about missing made me think about her, and she is seriously someone who never fails to make my day. I told her that I started playing the piano again and she started crying when I began playing her favorite song. I miss her more than anything , and I hope she's ok with waiting a little longer to see me and that she knows that I wish I could see her sooner.

So the gist of this was as I said at the beginning: You never know when you're gonna say something that could change someone's day. If you're wondering whether or not to say something, JUST DO IT. If you're afraid of being embarrassed, DO IT ANYWAY. If someone is going to laugh at you, WHO CARES? It's a lot better to speak your mind than keep it bottle up inside.

So, with that being said, I want to say something:

Thank you.
I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't met you.

Diana Laura Peck