I used to blog about my “life” every day. I loved telling stories about the Amish lady at Wal-Mart or how I embarrassed myself at work. But sometimes I can get distracted with the pretty things at Ulta or trendy blogs like The Day Book (After all, I am a girl) and I forget my purpose: to capture my moments, to tell my story.
Last night I got home from work, traded my slacks for a pair of Nike dry-fit shorts, piled my hair high on my head, turned on the 5:00 news to keep an eye on the weather and went outside to watch the clouds.
Most days if you ran into me between the hours of 5 pm. and 6 am, my hair will be on top of my head and I will be in some sort of comfy attire.
We had a beautiful storm; it caused enough “hype” on T.V. to be exciting but never produced any tornadoes. The clouds got really dark around 5:30 pm and I caught myself trying to get the “perfect” picture for twitter. I managed to get this one (in which I tweeted: “Thunder Rolls” the theme song for any Oklahoman in the spring).
After I got my picture, I just stood on the stairs of my little apartment and watched it rain. It was so quiet; none of my neighbors were home. It smelled amazing. The green grass and trees came to life, it was a perfect moment.
It was in that moment that I realized how much I missed telling my stories (don’t ask me how rain storms and stories connect…it just happened that way). While I don’t wish to embarrass myself again, I do wish for a creative mind that can mold my imperfections and manipulate the small things into a good tale.
I don't know if it was the calming sensation of the soft rain or the beautiful green surroundings, but I felt at peace. I think that's why I want to write more about my personal life, because I've never been this happy.
It rained for an hour and cleared out around sunset.
I took a picture of the beautiful Oklahoma sky. I didn’t enhance it on Instagram, nor did I tweet or facebook it.
I’ve been saving it to share with you.