Rainbow sherbet and chocolate chip cookie dough

Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?

Not once in my 22 years of living have I ever chosen vanilla or chocolate unless those were the only choices and even then I always went for the swirl (is it because I wanted the best of both worlds or because I am one of the most indecisive people ever? I had no idea)

I remember being about 10 or 11 and going to get ice cream with my dad. I was completely stuck between rainbow sherbet and chocolate chip cookie dough. My dad knew me well enough to know I had some sort of dilemma that I was not voicing. He must have seen me going back and forth looking at my two choices when he spoke up and said that we could a double scoop. I was so happy but then realized that my two choices were still quite different from one another and I worried that i wouldn’t like them both together. So I asked him which he thought was better rainbow or chocolate chip. He replied by telling me to get both because if i liked both of them why not have the two together. So I did. And I loved it. Ever since then it has been my favorite. One scoop of rainbow sherbet and one of chocolate chip cookie dough.

It has been 9 years today since my dad passed away and I miss him so much and it still hurts (i have just gotten better at hiding it) This prompt was perfect it let me share a happy memory that I had with him. For the first time today I smiled. I think i’m gonna try harder to do these daily prompts.

Well good day bloggers.


meaningful quote

Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?

“Sometimes you have to step outside the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.”


I came across this quote while watching the show One Tree Hill. At the time I would going through some problems. I had been doing a lot of stuff that normally i wouldn’t have. I was lost.. and i knew it.. and I didn’t know how i got to that point. I would try to remember when was it? what exactly happened? what event? or problem? or decision did led to me becoming this person. A person I no longer recognized. someone I wasn’t proud of. Someone I knew my dad (R.I.P) wouldn’t be proud of. Then I heard this over the TV and i realized none of it matters. Not how, or why, or when, I got to be this person. All that matters is the person I’ve been doesn’t have to be the person I am. That as long as i was alive I could change and i could become the person I want to be. Someone my dad (and I) would be proud of. And anytime I find myself disappointed in what I’m doing, the decisions I’ve made, or the person I’m starting to be, I remember It’s never to late to change. I can always become the person I am meant to be.