Dear Molly,
September 1st, 2023.
You started this blog on September 1st, 2013. 10 years ago! It was kind of a spur of the moment thing.
So. You're 25 now. An adult-y adult. Two years out of college. Did the past decade play out like you'd envisioned it would? Well, no.
Way back then, you were just doing the best you could, hoping you'd make it past a tough year transitioning to high school.
Then your world completely fell apart. You don't like playing the reverse what if game, but if any number of things had played out differently when you were 15, things wouldn't have spiraled out of control like they did.
You did pull yourself out of that first hole. Being forced to change schools, mental breakdown, and being pulled out of school. By sheer determination, you got your life back on track.
By standing up to your parents to do what you knew had to be done and transferred back. Even then, you displayed a remarkable knack of smiling through whatever garbage-baloney comes your way.
You made it college, and muddled through.
You transferred and moved away from home, and then there was a pandemic.
You got fired from two jobs and lost two grandparents in the span of a year. Your self confidence was destroyed.
But hear you are, with two college degrees, two part time jobs, and things seem to be moving in the right direction.
Now that you're not in school, you're able to really train as a figure skater! You're taking private lessons 3 times a week, expensive, but so worth it. Moves in the field, testing and competition programs, ice dance, and now showcase!
You haven't been playing cello, but you're teaching violin lessons. You're trying to make more lanyards. You're taking a Spanish class.
You're still working in operations at Lakewood ICE, and are two weeks into your first "big kid job" as a paraeducator at Burbank Elementary School in Artesia.
You (finally) have a driver's license and are hoping to buy a car, move out, and start graduate school for occupational therapy in the next couple of years.
Overall, you're trying your hardest to live your best life.
10 years later, you're still sharing your story with the immediate world. And you're proud of that.
Love,
Molly
Song of the Day: Beautiful Times by Owl City
A spark soaring down through the pouring rain
And restoring life to the lighthouse
A slow motion wave on the ocean
Stirs my emotion up like like a rain cloud
When did the sky turn black?
And when will the light come back?
A cab driver turned to skydiver
Then to survivor,
Dying to breakdown
A blood brother, surrogate mother,
Hugging each other, crying their eyes out
When did the sky turn black?
And when will the light come back?
I'm ecstatic like a drug addict
Locked in the attic
Strung out and spellbound
I fought all through the night
Oh, oh, but I made it alive
The sun's starting to rise
Oh, oh, these are beautiful times
This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard
But I'm gonna survive
Oh, oh, these are beautiful times
A bad feeling burned through the ceiling
Leaving my healing heart with a new scar
A dead fire rose and rose higher
Like a vampire, up from the graveyard
When did the sky turn black?
And when will the light come back?
We all suffer but we recover
Just to discover life where we all are
I fought all through the night
Oh, oh, but I made it alive
The sun's starting to rise
Oh, oh, these are beautiful times
This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard
But I'm gonna survive
Oh, oh, these are beautiful times
This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard
But I'm gonna survive
Oh, oh, these are beautiful times
My heart's burning bad
And it's turning black
But I'm learning how to be stronger
And sincerely, I love you dearly
Oh, but I'm clearly destined to wonder
