I’m not exactly sure how I want to start this post. I have always been a very “this is me- you get what you see” type of person. I am rarely afraid to be myself ever, BUT I’m finding that this whole blogging thing is going to be a little more difficult than I expected. I learned within the first month of serious blogging that I would have to invest a sh*tload of time and money if I ever wanted to be successful in my endeavor. Now, that is coming naturally and I’m considering this as almost a second job-situation.
As of recently though, I am finding that the hardest thing about blogging is really presenting myself truly and honestly, yet also doing DIY projects, outfit posts, and other random-stuff posts. I guess I’ve been forgetting what this blog is truly about; which is the celebration of my best friend’s life and honoring her. What this blog is truly about is being able to write down my feelings and thoughts somewhere. If someone reads it and has something to say, whether good or bad, then great! If not, I’ll get over it!
THEREFORE, I would like to share a very cool story about Karina with you all.
This past weekend was Thanksgiving, obviously, when everyone and their damn brother comes home from school or where they moved to afterwards; whatever. I went out to the bars with Al and Jamie, where we bumped into everyone and their damn brother, including a young man I dated ages ago. Him and I knew each other through Karina. He had worked with her, been best friends with her ex. You know, several major connections. Basically, during the hour that he was there, standing 10 feet away from me, he said nothing. No, “Hey, how are you?” or “Hey, I’m so sorry… Blah Blah.” (I really don't want to sound like a self-centered asshole. I REALLY don't.)
Fast forward to my drive home around midnight: I was bummin’ a little about what had (or hadn’t) happened. Not crying or anything, but just kind of pissed! I turned the radio on to a station I rarely visited, when a song that I recognized came on. (Three months prior, Karina and Al had been trying to coax me into loving this song because “No, Emmy, do NOT let the Eat Pray Love trailer ruin it.”) As the song started to slowly drift into an extremely climactic chorus, I felt my spine tingle all the way down in waves, over and over again. I SWEAR a felt that someone was there with me; that she was in the passenger seat next to me. The waves down my spine continued as her voice whispered in my head,
“Don’t let this bring you down. Celebrate my life! Celebrate!”