Lift each other up

As a team you always want to build each other up. A slap on the butt, a congratulatory hug, or one of those fancy black handshakes. That last ones always funny to me. My best friend is a big black dude and seriously, whenever he sees another friend when I'm with him, they always have some pre-programmed handshake. I've tried to fit in with that whole handshake thing, and thought that as long as it ended in a snap-it would all be good. Wrong. The first time was my last.

Families. The people you receive unconditional love from. The people who have seen you at your worst and at your best, with that same darn smile. But I don't feel like I'm even close to flying. I feel low. Unimportant. Unloved.

This is a divergent feeling. I have plenty of people whom I know love me-just have this majorly skewed perception that it's conditional. Doubt it...alot. It's not a good feeling.

I'm wearing yellow shorts.

Have you ever met that one person who just gets you? Golly gee I sound like a grandmother, but it is so liberating to know I have a few of those people in my life. Dude, Christmas is around the corner. I need to be happy. Grateful. I need to start lifting others up. How can I expect to be lifted when I'm not moving? I want so much to be important-but there are more important things than that. Other people that mean more and Yahweh...he's número UNO. Come on, Kels.

Come on...