Something Different

This weekend has been quite different to the previous ones.

There was no soccer involved. :O (Okay, maybe a little...)

But, alas, the season has ended. I need to turn in my jersey tomorrow, along with the memories and victories my team had accomplished. We placed #2 in Nationals and #1 in State, now it's time to do our very best and try again next year. The old has gone the new is coming.

Now, back to the actual weekend I planned on writing about before my mind went potato.

I invited a friend over, she needed a ride to a retreat and she decided it would be easier for her to drive herself to my house first.

I practiced soccer outside as I waited for her, I didn't want her to get lost (Which she probably would have ;) ).

As I was juggling something caught my eye, something flashing.

I lifted my head and saw...


Superman.


A rather old, Superman.


Riding a three-wheeled scooter.



With a flashing belt.


I guess you're never too old to be 'super', being super is a never-ending quality that anyone could accomplish.


Now, I mentioned a retreat, right?

The retreat was marvelously fun and awkward in a not-so-fantastic kinda way.


We had to meet people. *Shudders* Luckily, I was picked by someone else, so I didn't have to pick anyone.  I had to be blind-folded and we played tag, I was the tagger first. I had to listen to this random dude's voice, and we did pretty well.

Then he had to be blind-folded and I had to give directions....And quite frankly, I'm not good at giving directions...

But, we never got tagged, we just went around the room until the time was up....I guess I didn't do too bad. :)

Although I'm not too fond of meeting new people, I broke out of my little fear-shell and talked to some new people; and it was pretty interesting to hear some of their stories.

I've met a lot of people since I moved back to Indy, and their stories are pretty fascinating.

One of my friends, amazingly talented at soccer...

But he barely spends any time at home. He spends his time at the gym or at his Dad's office, his Grandparents take him everywhere. If I wrote a story about him, I'd have him desire to have his Dad as a best friend; to be present at all his games and see his game-winning goals and his victory smile as he makes his team proud.


Now, this is interesting to me...

My best friend before I moved, I thought I knew everything but I only knew a fraction.

She writes stories, amazing stories. She creates movies in her head, she blurts out ideas that pop up and she fits them together like a piece of a puzzle so they all make sense in the end.


I never knew that knowing someone could change perspective on certain things...

There's a lot I don't know.


So much to discover, so much to remember....

It's a job for a Superman - of any age, size, or shape.

Time to get my super-flashy belt on and make a fashion statement and become famous.

JK.

I just want to meet a not-so-fictional character.


A job fit for a person with a super-flashy belt.



-Anna