The Light Bulb

Think of a light bulb. Imagine it first at its full brightness. Now, imagine it getting dimmer and dimmer over time. Does anyone reading this like dim light bulbs? Probably not. Think of that light bulb again. I like to imagine this light bulb as if it represented my joy, happiness, anger, sadness, and all my feelings and emotions. I call it my light bulb. The brighter my light bulb gets, the bigger my good, happy feelings and emotions get. The dimmer my light bulb gets, the bigger my angry, sad feelings and emotions get. Yesterday, my light bulb was a bit dim. Then, I felt like there was a voice, my own. I was staring at the light bulb. Just as I was thinking we needed a new one, the voice said, "Brighten the bulb, Cavan." I thought a lot about what it meant. 

I figured out the meaning of it this morning, and I knew somebody other than me had to understand it. So I told Mom I wanted to blog. She asked me what I was going to blog about. I did not tell her.

As an end to this post, I encourage anyone who has a dim light bulb to brighten it up. If anyone, however, does not find this interesting, I understand. If it helped you at all, please let me know. 

Here is the picture Dad took.

Donuts with Dad

This morning, I went to Roll 'N Donut with Dad. I got a Boston creme, and Dad got a chocolate long john. I also got orange juice. After we ate, we sat and talked for a while. 

Easter gifts

Sorry I didn't post this earlier. I didn't know how.

Jammed

Two days ago, I jammed up my finger. I was roughhousing with Ryan and I took a swing at the meaty part of his arm. He simply turned his arm to block it. My right index finger smashed right into the bone. Right now, I am typing without it.