{the.wednesday.whistle}

dear Mikki and Katie…

in one of my many temporarily scholastic ambitions, i took an ever so random class at the University of Maine on world religion and personal values. it was $1200, and the book was $325. {i remember this explicitly, and as this is an opportunity to brag about the fact that my parents never paid a single dime for me to attend college, i am just putting the cost out there…and i am pretty sure that i am still paying for it in my mounted student loan debt}. this overpriced, impractical {as in it didn’t count at ALL towards my major in any way, shape or form} class was perhaps the most valuable i have every taken in my life.

what it taught me, in the end, was about nothing other than hypocrisy. and, strangely, i don’t mean that negatively in the least.

personally…i have a high set of moral values. when i look in the mirror every day, i hope {and dream, and desire more than anything} that i live up to them. i hope that they rub off onto you through hugs, long lectures, and kinetic energy. and sometimes, most times, i find myself trying to make other people fit into my too tight jeans of high minded nobility. too tight jeans that, might i also add, i never quite fit into either.  i fail miserably actually. and although one of my many {many, many} individual, well intended ideals is to not judge others too harshly for anything, i all too often do just that.

girls, we all have values we set for ourselves.  in your life, you are constantly going to battle with the image you aspire to portray to the world. you are constantly going to battle with the image you want to possess within yourself. you and every one else around you will objectify hypocrisy in its truest form. forgive and understand others for this inconsistent moral wish wash, and most importantly, forgive yourselves.

all my love darlings,

p.s. daily mantra: “expect nothing, live frugally on surprise.” {alice.walker}