Walk

If you follow me on Snapchat, then you know that I had trouble this week coming up with a post. Last night I had a dream with my best friend, Katie. We were in some kind of garden ("how deep and tumblr-like Ciara", I know) walking around and all of a sudden, the pain hit. It was so real, so intense, that I actually think I must have been in real pain during my sleep. Katie, the sporty and athletic person she is, just kept walking. She grabbed my hand, pulling me along, oblivious to my pain. I kept walking, limping along and pretending that everything was ok. I think that this really extends into my daily life. I am the type of person who hates ruining things for people. If everyone is having nice time at Hoopla, or a party, I probably will not make a scene or even mention to anyone that I am in pain. And, I know that that isn't right. It's not fair to me, and not fair to my friends. I realize now that my friends actually know me better than I thought. They know when I'm in pain and can sense if I'm not enjoying my time. I like walking, it gives you time to think, time to look around and process life. In retrospect, that's exactly what I'm trying to do myself.