Last night I dreamt my hair was falling out. I was standing in front of a mirror pulling clumps and clumps away from my head and tossing them in the sink. In my dream, I wasn’t freaked out, but when I woke up, you can bet the first thing I did was reach for my locks to make sure they were still there.

According to some internet research, this dream symbolizes I am afraid of losing my youth and vitality. At 26.

I wasn’t aware I was having this panic, but hey, who am I to argue with the leading experts on dream analysis. (Cough, cough.)

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About a month ago I wrote an email to a blogger who I really enjoy reading. It isn’t often I write these type of emails, but I really wanted to say it. They never wrote back. Part of me knows that being a little hurt by that is stupid and juvenile, but the other part of me doesn’t care. I guess I would have liked a response.

Which got me to thinking about all the wonderful emails I’ve received and the possibility that maybe I didn’t respond to all of them? I have a bad habit of reading emails on my phone, then forgetting to go back and respond to them.

So if you ever wrote me a heartfelt letter and I didn’t respond, consider this my officially apology. You deserved a response — a thank you. If you write to me again, I promise I”ll write back this time.

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I received a Happy Anniversary tweet from this woman and nearly fell out of my seat. I adore her. Like, total blog crush. It kind of made up for the unanswered email.

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A few of you asked for pictures of our anniversary trip and um, well, I didn’t take any. Mostly because it was raining the first day and the second day I just forgot until right before we left, when I pulled Michael into a gazebo to take a “proof we were here” photo. It didn’t come out so great. When your husband is 6’4″, you tend to cut out his head in self portraits. All the time.

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But here’s the view from our suite last year:

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And then I tried to be all artistic and take a picture of our rings with the lake in the background. Fail.

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I think I’ll stick with writing as my hobby.

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Yesterday I found a PostSecret-inspired secret in my library book. It read: “I used to think that my mom would be attacked by a lion in her sleep…so I started sleeping in the doorway of her room to protect her.”

I’ve heard about people finding handwritten secrets in books, and I think it’s awesome. Maybe I’ll add my own before I return it!

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