Monday, March 21, 2011

Day Twenty Four


A picture of something you wish you could change.

Attitudes like this. Everyone should have the right to make their own choices and choose their own lifestyles without getting awful flack like this. Equal rights for all, all the way.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Day Twenty Three


A picture of your favorite book.

This is a beautiful book. I've read it so many times, and it never gets old. Still gets me. So amazing.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Day Twenty Two


A picture of something you wish you were better at.

I'm not afraid to say that I am pretty darn good at volleyball. But I could be better. Way better.

Day Twenty One


A picture of something you wish you could forget.

Hurricane Katrina. 'Nuff said.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Day Twenty

A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.


Ireland. We were there in 2008 and this is one of the pictures I took on that trip. Unfortunately, we had been away from home for a long time by the time we got to Ireland and I was crazy worn out, so I was kind of a downer for most of the trip. I'd love to go back and have a do-over trip.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Day Nineteen

A picture and a letter.



Dear MJ,
In general, I think you're pretty cool. I'm glad I'm you. Most days. You're nice and funny and you have a sunny disposition and a lot of happiness. You're also narcissistic, sometimes cruel, a downer, and you hold onto the past and your own failings too tightly. You cause your self a lot of pain, going over and over the things you blame yourself for and the things you don't like about yourself. You could be a lot happier if yo would just let yourself be.
But, despite all that, you're a barrel of laughs. You're really good to yourself (maybe too good) and you enjoy what you've got. So, self, thanks for being you. It's been a hell of a ride.
All my love,
MJ

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Day Eighteen

A picture of your biggest insecurity.


Way to not pull any punches, MJ. I have some abandonment issues. I couldn't tell you why, but there you go.

I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. for the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there. - Brian Andreas