long flight

Written on Thursday….

Still have 2 more hours on this flight…and I’ve read my book, my magazines, and the safety information card (twice). Now what? I decided to blog – journal, I guess, since it’s not on the web yet.

I just finished the Second Summer of the Sisterhood. I love this series. Love it. I’ll pick up the Third Summer while I’m in Fresno so that I’ll have something to read on the flight home. If you haven’t read these books, you should. Unless you’re a guy – in which case you just won’t get it. The book, combined with something Mo said, brings me back to being 17. That’s what books are supposed to do, right? Connect with themes in your own life? Anyway, here’s a few thoughts on 17 (nothing too shocking b/c…ahem…my mother reads my blog. Hi Mom.)

Friends @ 17: Remember how we would talk all day…and then talk on the phone for HOURS at night? What in the world did we talk about? And why don’t we do that anymore? Sure, we’ve replaced some of the conversation with email, IMs, and blogging. But talking is still fun. I talked to Gina for an hour last Tuesday. An HOUR! How dare we take an hour away from our family/life/house/work/stuff? It was worth every minute. The moral of my story? We were onto something @ 17…talking is good. Let’s do it more often.

Love @ 17: (Mom, just skip this part). We were desperate to figure this out. Who did we love at 17? I’m fairly sure that at least one person reading this blog has a note stashed in a box somewhere that says I *heart* Scott. Or I *heart* Danny. Or I *heart* Adam. Too many people to *heart*? Nope, I don’t think so. Here’s my point – we should include A LOT of people in our life. It makes us richer. Makes our lives more interesting. Be {in love} with one person – but don’t be afraid to love more. Does that make sense? I hope so. And, by the way….I *heart* you, too.

Mothers/Daughters @ 17: The book is great at exploring these relationships. I’ll leave it at this…I wish that I would have shared more heart-to-hearts with my Mom. (ps. that kind of makes it sound like she’s dead…she’s not…she’s reading this!) I like John Mayer’s words…

Fathers be good to your daughters/ Daughters will love like you do/ Girls become lovers who turn into mothers/ so mothers be good to your daughters, too

Alright, better put the pen down. Must be all this recycled airline air….making me sappy.