...Evin's Post... ;)

I read Evin's blog post, Love and a Bad Hair Day, and I could actually hear her voice throughout it even before she made a text to self connection about the time(s) when she focused more on making others happy and leaving no time to think about her. As soon I she started talking about taking time to think about yourself, I thought about Madea in I Can Do Bad All By Myself (movie) when she argued with her daughter Cora about never having "me time" when she was trying to provide money for her and her family.
I actually started thinking about the hundreds of times I've thought about making other people happy, regardless if it was a close friend or an aquiantance. Sometime earlier in history, I thought to myself, "is my life MINE or am I making it revolve around other people?" I never got to think about ME and what I WANTED. I enjoyed reading Evin's post becasue she brought memories to me that I didn't want to think about because I knew they were true.
The worst memories are the ones that have the most emotions and a lot more than usual, you come out of the situation with scars and with wrapped up emotions. You feel like you can't deal with your emotions because you don't wan to. Evin's post spoke deeper than words for me and I know that when people read her post and read my reaction to it, they might think I'm missing the point or going over board with my feelngs, but sometimes it takes the littlest things to make you feel those issues you pushed back. This was more of a personal call to me and there were a lot of things (there still are) that have been affecting me, but Evin reminded me to think about ME when things go unexpectedly. Sometimes you just need to close the door on the world to think about yourself and where you want to go in life even as you struggle. For this situation, I think WORDS spoke louder than ACTIONS for me because I was reminded to take myself out of the wings of life's stage and put me back as the leading star.
I also got attached to Evin's post because her voice was real, not like she was writing for a newspaper, but like she was talking to me. I felt like we were on the same level and I knew she was writing for 13-14 year olds, not scholars at Harvard.
Evin's post is a promontory amoungst posts for others to look at for help in writing in your own voice and triggering old or new memories.