This is going to be a short, brief, to the point, hopefully-I’ll-make-you-think type of blog post so sit down in your thinking chair and think, think, thiiiinnkkk.
Anyways, the other day we were having a really bad storm and I’m deathly afraid of tornadoes (I literally sit in my basement during storms of all kinds just because I’m scared.) I was in my room when the lights started to flicker and, being home alone, I was instantly in “tornado” mode. As a child when I got in those modes I would pack up everything of value to me from my room and take it down to the basement- I would even bring enough water and food to survive (little kids are so strange haha.) This time, as a sixteen year old and with my phone in my tight grasp, I didn’t see anything that I really cared about blowing away. I saw my electronics, with the exception of that trusty cell phone, but I didn’t feel the need to save them. I looked in my closet- nothing of actual importance. Then I saw it- the manila envelope stacked on my bookshelf. The contents of this envelope are the important part of this post because I feel that our “most prized possessions” tend to say a lot about who we are. If your clothes or make up are what you would save from a tornado- you might have a problem… no offense or anything. If your year books are on that list, it tells me that you really care about friends and memories. If you grab an old stuffed animal or family heirloom, you’re caring and you probably have a pretty good head on your shoulders.