...dirty feet...

my feet are dirty 92% of the time
because i don't like to wear shoes.
i LOATHE them.

and i should be a plumber.
i've already nailed the requirement about butts that hang out.
i can't really help that either.
i don't particularly enjoy belts.

my hair is usually pretty savage. i like it crazy.
medusa curls.
faux hawks.
doesn't matter. i'll rock it.

i'm the girl who jams out to music, even when people watch
and give me that, "you are a crazy human!" look.

speaking of music...
i dig it all. don't call it bad taste.
it's just different from yours.

today, i took the day off. actually, i was sick so i spent
the day in bed. sleeping and thinking.
thinking and sleeping.

lately in my life, i've been thinking a whole lot about the person i am.
the person i'm becoming.
and i have to admit, i'm liking this girl.

i make mistakes. daily, i'm sure.
but i smile more way more often than i cry.
and life is good.

i like it simple. when i can run around barefoot.
bury my feet in the sand or sit on the curb and let them dangle in the ditch.
(only as long as the ditch witch isn't around though!)

i've got a pretty vivid imagination.
i've been hurt
a few times too many.
but i love. that's something i can't help.
i'm nothing if i can't love. and no matter how hard i try, i can't withhold love.
i care. about anyone and everyone.

my friend shared this quote with me once:
"some people come into our live and quickly go.
some stay for awhile and leave
footprints
on our hearts.
and we are never, ever the same."

i believe that everyone has a story, something they have to offer the world.
and sometimes it's our job to coax the story out of 'em.

i have a story. it's a hard story.
sometimes it makes people cry.
sometimes, a lot of the time, it makes people laugh.

i'm starting some new adventures soon.
school is coming to an end so i'm going home for a little while.
brent, brandon, and i are going to have a beautiful may.
that will be followed by a moving june.
a learning july.
a new beginning august.
and a routine september.

i'm not much of a planner. i don't see a point.
God knows where i'm going. maybe better than i do.
i have an idea. but i'm not completely sure yet.

until now, i tended to dwell on things.
i don't like to let go.
so i don't. i hold on and reminisce.
but i have a feeling i miss things because i'm busy
looking back.

from now on, i'm letting go.
i'm taking things in. breathing in the new moments.
the new experiences.
i'm saying goodbye with a smile, not with tears.
i'm done dwelling. i'm standing up.
i'm walking.

i'm learning.

i'm growing.

i'm being the jaycie i want to be.
the one who smiles and growls like a savage.
the devious, book stealer.
the wiggly, giggly, lighthearted jaycie who's been in hiding.

and i'm going barefoot.
just because i don't like shoes.

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