Manfull's Handfull

I'm sitting here procrastinating my seven page paper, that's literally starting to burn under my hand right now. But that silly piece of paper can be put aside for just a little bit longer. Because life is too good not to stop and smell the roses every once and a while (Caroline Found you're a poetic genius).  I've recently been getting too caught up in everything going on in my life- and I haven't really had the time to sit here and think about how absolutely magnificent my life is. I've been given the opportunity for education, a family, and a network of the best and most supportive friends a gal could ever ask for. I've been given opportunities I once only dreamed of, and who do I have to thank for that besides those who have pushed me to be where I am today and the Big Guy Upstairs. I have a seemingly never-ending list of things in my life that I am humbled by, and I hope that this list continues to grow: with more friends, family, and me...

Today is the 12th anniversary of the day that changed my life forever. 9/11/2001. That day means something different to all of us, but if you were old enough...it's a day you'll never forget. I really can't explain why, but for some odd reason I felt the impact of the anniversary harder than I've ever experienced before. Maybe it's due to excessive social media constantly reminding me about the horrors and images my 7 year old self was witness to that day- but maybe it's just the fact that I'm finally realizing what I witnessed that day, would still be affecting me over a decade later. Now hear me out. In no way, shape, or form, am I attempting to put my political feelings on anyone or any group of people in this post, but I'm simply stating something that I've been noticing- something that's recently been getting my goat. Today, as I had said before, I couldn't shake the memories that have been haunting me for twelve years. I woke up...