Flashback Founder's Day Style

If you had asked me in high school if I would ever join a sorority, I would have responded vehemently NO! I had this picture in my head of what a sorority was. Bitchy. Party Animals. Popular. {Things that I am not, well, sometimes I may be a little bitchy, but I try not to be!} Then I got to college and I made a great group of friends first semester. Our school happens to have deferred recruitment, which means recruitment is at the beginning of spring semester, instead of at the beginning of the year. A bunch of my friends were doing it, so I figured, Why not?

One of the best decisions of my life. What I learned is that yes, sororities are social and party, but they are so much more. I made some of the best memories of college {and who knows, maybe even my life} with these wonderful ladies. Beyond that, it taught me about an amazing philanthropy that I continue to be interested in {CASA, check it out!} and truly provided me a sisterhood for life. I may not have been born with sisters, but I am not alone. 

Today is Founder's Day; a day in which we celebrate the creation of this amazing sisterhood. Today I wear my badge with pride and give you a glimpse of an amazing sisterhood. Bettie Locke, you're my homegirl!!! 

Doldroms

I had every intention of writing about my trip but I am just trying to get life totally squared away. I feel guilty when I sit down to blog when things aren’t all in order yet. Not to mention how ridiculously tired I’ve been. I don’t think my body has recovered from the drive.

Then, today, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It all started with Lil Gbear waking up way too early. However, I think HB could tell I needed a break so he kindly got up with the babe and let me sleep. I fell into such a deep sleep with such a vivid dream only to be awoken at a highly emotional moment. I actually had tears in my eyes when I woke up. For some odd reason, I could not shake the sadness. In my dream, it was caused by seeing my friend who passed away while HB was deployed. She walked up to me and gave me the biggest hug and words of reassurance. Her hugs were the best {and trust me, I’m not much of a hugger, but for her hugs I made an exception}

It took me most of the day to shake the sadness. I couldn’t believe how a dream could have so much power over me even in my waking moments. Finally I was able to feel mostly myself again and just appreciate that even if it was just a dream, for a moment I got to experience one of her wonderful hugs.

I think my sadness was simply compounded by my loss of routine. I like routine. It may get boring now and again, but right now I still feel like I’m just  visiting. I can’t wait til I begin to feel home. I applied to a bunch more jobs tonight too, because I think that with a sense of purpose I will begin to be more content.

Since my friend was always one to seize the day and revel in it's greatness, I'll leave you on a happy note, with one of her favorite sayings.