Like most people, I depend on the necessities of life that we often take for granted such as, food, water, a home, and even a loving family. I think many of us find ourselves dependent on material possessions such as our laptops and cell phones, they make our lives so much easier, and I will admit that I too depend upon those things in my day-to-day life. However, the thing that I depend upon most is a rocking chair that was given to me by my Papa when I was a little girl, my rocking chair is green to represent my favorite color as a child. My rocking chair helps me relax before bed, de-stress from the day, and think about life. Many nights before I go to bed, I will pull my rocking chair up to my bedroom window, open my blinds, and sit there underneath the moonlight for a while and just think. Especially if I have had a rough, or really stressful day, I will grab my journal and rock back and forth underneath the moonlight while I write about the events of my day. I lost my Papa a few years ago, and since he was the one that gave me the rocking chair, I often feel a connection to him while I am writing in my journal. It allows me to feel like he still gets to know what is going on in my life,
Like most people, I depend on the necessities of life that we often take for granted such as, food, water, a home, and even a loving family. I think many of us find ourselves dependent on material possessions such as our laptops and cell phones, they make our lives so much easier, and I will admit that I too depend upon those things in my day-to-day life. However, the thing that I depend upon most is a rocking chair that was given to me by my Papa when I was a little girl, my rocking chair is green to represent my favorite color as a child. My rocking chair helps me relax before bed, de-stress from the day, and think about life. Many nights before I go to bed, I will pull my rocking chair up to my bedroom window, open my blinds, and sit there underneath the moonlight for a while and just think. Especially if I have had a rough, or really stressful day, I will grab my journal and rock back and forth underneath the moonlight while I write about the events of my day. I lost my Papa a few years ago, and since he was the one that gave me the rocking chair, I often feel a connection to him while I am writing in my journal. It allows me to feel like he still gets to know what is going on in my life,