I'm sorry...so sorry...

So I'm sorry. It turns out I'm bad at certain things. Certain things that would include running and blogging. But in learning that I'm bad at running and blogging I've also re-learned other things, things that I would consider to be more important in the long run. So let's go:
1. It's okay to be bad at certain things. For example, running is boring. I'm sorry to all you runaholics out there, but I don't like it. It puts pressure on my knees and ankles that I don't like, and there's only so many times I can listen to Beyonce's "Single Ladies" without wanting to tell her to buy herself a stinking ring and be done with it. If I'm bored with running, I'm not going to stick with it for the long haul. Sorry!! And since I stopped running I stopped blogging. But now I'm back. And if I'm not the most dedicated blogger I'm going to give myself some grace on that one, too. Because grace abounds even for the worst of us. :)
2. I might have been wrong about John Mayer. I'm still working on this one, but hear me out. Yes, he's annoying and his music's really not good. Yes, his tattoos are absolutely awful. Yes, he looks as if he could stand to bathe much more frequently than he does, but I may have been far too harsh when it comes to the song "Say." For those of you not familiar with said song, the lyrics go something like this:
"Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say
Say what you need to say

Have no fear for givin' in
Have no fear for givin' over
You better know that in the end
It's better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again."

Okay, so the lyrics aren't good. The song's not good. But here's my point: You never know how long you have with someone. You never know when people are going to die or when life is going to change, so you better tell the people you care about how much you love them every chance you get. Otherwise you might miss the opportunity.

My grandmother died a couple of weeks ago, and I miss her so very much. She died quite suddenly, and I give thanks that it was peaceful. I know she loved me. She didn't have to say it because she lived it. And I know that she knew how much I loved her. But it would have been nice if I could have said it one more time. That's really all I wanted to say.
3. The Dixie Chicks were right: "Some Days You Gotta Dance." So get out there and dance. I plan on it. :)

Talk to you later.