I have never really been excited about the Paris Fair since I was a teenager. And before then it was mostly excitement over the food! There were also a few rides that I enjoyed when I didnt have anxiety as I do today. However this year of 2013 is different somehow. Maybe its the new me that has emerged since my brain chemicals decided to go on hiatus. Over the last three years I have been on a very difficult journey of learning how to conqure my fears and my extreme mood swings and intense emotions as well as eating disorders. (Yes fat people have eating disorders too!) Anyway with all of that mostly behind me now. I have managed to find my feet and regained my lust for the adventure of life, meaningful friendships, and creative endevours. And thanks to my friend Aly I found myself inspired to buy a weekend pass to the Paris Fair. Sometimes we just have to follow that small yet fleeting voice that says "Do it!". And sometimes when that voice says "Dont!" You should also listen. (Another story for later) So Thursday I show up to the gates and ask the lady there if I could get a weekend pass. Well she let me right in saying I could just go to the office building and buy one. It was pleasantly surprising that she trusted me enough to allow me in without charge so that I could purchase a weekend pass, at a lower price I might add! Maybe its part of living in a smaller community where we like to believe in honest good people, and maybe I just got lucky! Last night I was again lucky enough to meet up with my very good friends and we spent the evening walking around in circles, being bumped into, cut in front of, heckled at by carnies, fighting bad cellphone reception, and watching over hyperactive children. Yet we laughed, we ate, we awed, screamed with excitement, and was one of the best times I have spent at the Fair in the last 29 years of my life! Its awesome how everyday I learn more and more how wealthy I am in the quality of friends I have and the memories I am blessed to have made with them. In the end thats all we are able to take with us isnt it? I make enough money to afford gas in my car, food for my body, and other basic needs I may have from day to day. And in the end it wont matter how much I made at my job, what kind of car I drove, the type of house or apartment I lived in. What will matter is what I made of what was given to me, and possibly the blessing of whom I got to share it with. And so maybe you are still asking why the underwear in the title? Well today is laundry day, and because I dont care for doing laundry I usually wait until Ive gone through ALL of my underwear before I force myself to do it. And while I spend the next few hours going through the piles and folding afterwards I felt it is a good day to do some writing and reflecting. Hopefully more will come soon as I will want/need clean underwear again!
Vness
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