Two for Two.

Brandi Carlile reminds me of good times.

I'm in one of those reminiscent moods; Have been for a couple of days now.
There's no real reason for it, except for the fact that I think I need a change in my life.
What that change is exactly, I'm not really sure.

Maybe I just need to buy some fresh flowers...
Maybe I need a haircut...
Maybe a new music mix...
Maybe a new good book...
Maybe some serious quiet time...
Maybe some serious time with close friends...

I feel that all of these would be useful.


My dad is learning how to text.
It's funny. It will take him four minutes to send 'hi'. I love him. He's learning.

I want to learn how to play guitar.
My dear friend bought me a book last Christmas so I could learn. Honestly, it, combined with the second half of his gift, was the sweetest most thought out gift I have ever received from a friend. I feel bad, I never did learn. It's not a smack on our friendship or my commitment to him as a friend, more important things just slowly began to override my want to learn.

Do you ever wonder how your life effects others? Recently my mind has been reeling with thoughts on how even brief interactions with others might alter their life dramatically. Not so much the content of that interaction, but more of a pace, such as time. What would happen if they were to walk this way home instead of another because of a long overrun conversation you had with one another? The idea of connections between people in our lives is always an amazing thing to me.



I like to count things in twos. This is a habit that I have been doing for as long as I can remember. Funny thing though, I think I figured out how it started. Guilt. I was sitting in the dentists chair this past week and I realized that I was counting the ceiling tiles by twos. First the entire ceiling tile, then the top corners, then the bottoms, then the right side, then the left side, and finally a cross from top right to bottom life and reverse from left to right. I realize this sounds insane-it is. When I cought myself doing it I thought it was to just pass the time by counting them in twos. Not true. There was something so comforting to me about counting this way. It always has been. Anyway, I think I do it out of guilt. When I was younger I didn't ever floss. As a result, I spent many a hour in my grandfathers dentist chair. To relax me I began to count the ceiling tiles. Simply counting by ones was no fun. So I upped it to two. Out of guilt I self consciously began to count the tiles once again when I was told 'Erica...you'll have to come back and see us so we can fix this little problem here, have you been flossing...?'
Old habits die hard.
Guilty.