Last week I had a very eye-opening experience. Honestly, it wasn't a big deal, but as a devoted INFJ, I managed to make it a big deal. Wednesday afternoon I went to a bakery. While I was there, three air force men walked in to get some lunch. They were acting pretty normal: slightly macho, serious, and not very talkative. I wasn't surprised. I don't know if I've ever been there without at least one service member dining. They were looking in the case of cake, pie, sandwiches, cookies, and other baked goods. The first man ordered a turkey sandwich and pasta salad. The other two were still looking. All of a sudden the second's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Is that carrot cake?!" The third whipped his head around and had the look of a little boy in a candy store. They went on and on about how excited they were about the carrot cake and both ordered a piece. See? It really wasn't a big deal, but it made me think. They were so excited about something as
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!