she loves fall.

but hates the idea of winter coming and rushing in the necessity of wearing real shoes...
the kind that cover your toes.






random thought for today:

crochet is a beautiful topic to help start conversation with little old ladies. and its quite comical to watch the expressions change on their faces when they come to the realization that you know how when you are a college girl with a tattoo in a generation that doesnt really look fondly on the past time that doesn't involve anything technologically advanced, but some mere yarn and a metal hook.
i started up a conversation about crochet this morning with this lady at my internship. well, due to her stroke she can't talk yet which is very heart breaking to watch. she tries so hard too. since she can't communicate with words, you have to rely very heavily on whether or not she smiles or slightly nods her head. expressions are key. her eyes lit up when i mentioned crochet. so i can only estimate that she was excited, and looked surprised that i told her i knew how.
she is precious. and single handedly encompasses why i want to be an occupational therapist.
i have struggled emotionally with my internship... i am not able to do much more than observe, and the high light of my day is when i get to be an accessory to an exercise.. like being the receptacle for a patient moving cones from point A to point B with their stroke affected hand.
but then there are those small moments when the clouds break and God reminds me of the opportunities that lie waiting if we would only open our eyes.

sometimes it's easy to get caught up in what we can't do or what we have to do, and forget to enjoy what just is.