Instead Of Valley Fair

So, yesterday I had the day off. I was going to go to Valley Fair, but obviously there were a lot of reasons why I didn't go. What did I do instead? I slept in til 9:30 in the morning, woke up to a call asking if I could work lunch that day, and what did I say? No, I said no. At first I felt horrible for saying it, but then after awhile I started to feel happy about it. I mean I really needed the day off. Badly. I was doing it for my mental state of mind. I was exhausted, and I absolutely needed a break.

I was able to finish my laundry, clean my room, visit my grandpa, help my dad with going to the dump, take a bike ride, pick my mom up from work, go to the bank, and visit that adorable puppy named Ruby. I guess none of it was too exciting, but it was so nice to have some me time. Not only that, but I haven't been able to finish doing all my laundry since before school ended, isn't that sad?

During the morning yesterday, I was very sensitive to the things that people were saying to me (later I realized that I was just exhausted), and when my dad offered to let me come along to the dump with him, I was wary to go. However, I hadn't been able to spend much time with him lately, and I decided that I really needed to get out of the house, so I ended up accepting. The ride was pleasant and the ability to throw objects while hearing the smash and crack of it landing on the ground helped me out of my sensitive mood. It was then that I decided that once I got back home I was going to go on a bike ride and visit my family friend and her puppy.

I took the trail right across from my house and lazily peddled down to her small house. This trip was so soothing and beautiful. I really enjoyed not being chased by dogs this time too.

 The woods were buzzing with life. Hundreds of dragonflies flying across the front of my bike,

the light breeze rustling through the flowers,

the chirping of grasshoppers,

and the sound of the river flowing into the lake calmed and settled my thoughts into a slow pace.

(These are just some of the pictures I took during my bike ride.)

It's at these moments that I love living in northern Minnesota and out in the sticks. Being able to connect with nature is a blessing that I enjoy greatly. Even if it means that people think I'm a redneck or a hillbilly for living out here.