(The hilarious Fran Fine).
By: Gabriela Yareliz
The 90s were good to us. For some reason, cassette tapes came to mind. I used to make a lot of tapes, with many songs recorded right off of the radio by boombox or walkman. It was a moment of excitement when your song would come on, and the radio DJ would stop talking in the perfect moment, while you clicked ‘record.’ Sweet goodness.
The world felt like a different place back then. Ross loved Rachel; families spent more time together; neighbors talked; schools taught; and students were taught to respect and care. Cameras had film, so you had limited shots and had to wait in suspense to see your photos. Not much was on demand, but we survived. Hair looked bigger because flatirons were rare, and 80s perms left an aftertaste. People read more and spent more time outside. We would order books from Scholastic catalogs, and we would read about profound things that didn’t involve vampires. It was different. We were different. Weren’t we?
I just wanted to take a trip down nostalgia lane. If only I had the Magic School Bus.
The world keeps spinning. Maybe we are dizzy.
Christmas decorations are up. The wind is rough, cutting through our lips and cracking our skin.
This weekend, I was on the train, and I bit my lip slightly. Suddenly, I had that strange taste of blood in my mouth. I pulled out my mirror and looked. There was a tiny red dot, where I had bit my lip. Weird how something so small can spread such a terrible taste.
I hope that this week you stay warm, hydrated and without wounds. Don’t let small things bitter the whole. Realize that it’s a tiny cut and that no, you’re not bleeding to death, despite of how it feels.
Be filled with that warm, fuzzy feeling you got when you realized Rachel got off the plane.
Sometimes, that is all we can do when surrounded with so much tragedy– we can cling to the good we have experienced, knowing there is good to come.
“For every look you take at yourself, take ten looks at Jesus.”
Ellie Holcomb, She Reads Truth
“Love God and He will enable you to love others even when they disappoint you.” Francine Rivers
“Right now, I smell like old books. My hands scented with tired words and broken ideas. Right now, I smell like paragraphs and one too many adjectives.” Tyler Knott Gregson
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