Free your secrets and become who you are...

I just got home from DC. Frank Warren of PostSecret gave a lecture at George Washington University that was open to the public. My roommate and I went down. 

Words to not describe. Well, they do, actually. I think the ride back from Shady Grove station included the words, innocent, emotional, amazing, inspiring, funny, sweet and incredible to describe Frank's talk. If you aren't familiar, you should be. If you're familiar and not in love, you need to get there. If you're in love and haven't seen him speak, you need to find a place and go. Our tickets were only around $10 which is a very reasonable entertainment cost. 

He talks about himself, shows secrets that haven't been seen by the public, gives the audience a chance to share their secrets and shares some of his o. There's a different air in the room when Frank's talking. Something in the air that suddenly makes humans trust each other and care about each other. 

We all need a little more of that loving these days. 

Those familiar with PostSecret know that fans typically take secrets into bookstores with them and leave secrets inside other PostSecret books for others to purchase. Tonight, when I bought a book at the lecture, an old secret that Frank received and perhaps put online was hidden in my pages. I hope the girl who sent in her secret to Frank in 2006 is doing okay tonight, and that whatever ailed her three years ago is gone and that she has more happy days like the one she mentioned in her secret. 

At the end, he offers a book signing. And he signs all of them. I have never met a "celebrity" before and was incredibly giddy, but when I thanked him for his project and gave him a secret of my own (!!!), he smiled and said, "thank you, I like it, too." 

Yes I can!

I got a new president yesterday. I didn't go to DC or brave the cold for my cause. I did that in Manassas and, the way I see it, there were probably three people for the one spot I took up in Manassas that didn't get to hear him talk on Election Eve, it was a public service. That and, there was classwork involved and I was given the chance to watch the events with a friend who typically defines himself as conservative, even though he voted for Obama. We had a great political chat, about Bush's faults and good qualities and we both teared up during all of the inaugural events on television. 

Then I read this...and the flood gates in my eyes exploded. From the outgoing firrst daughters to the incoming first daughters. It makes me want to hang out with Sasha and Malia Obama MORE, if I get to slide down the banister of the solarium! 

To continue with the excitement of this week. My coffee creamer was chunky (buh) and I don't have a sub job again. I'll be reading Moll Flanders all day and planning a trip with my room mate back into DC (she survived the crowds yesterday and got some great photos!) to see Frank Warren of PostSecret fame at George Washington University. Right. Well, the only exciting part of that was Frank Warren, most of the rest basically set backs. 

I want to do something good for someone. Yesterday's inauguration address and talking to my friend made me realize that instead of complaining for the past eight years, I should have been doing something. Instead of complaining about a lack of money, I should volunteer my spare time and not be so concerned about it. So, maybe I'll do something. I'm not sure what yet. But, I'll do something. Well, that and, if President Obama really wants to do something to change the education plan in this country, he should put in a coffee budget for teachers and substitute teachers. Maybe a bit more for substitute teachers to make up for the less-money, more-obnoxious part of the job description. 

Just some thoughts. And now, there ain't no party like a Moll Flanders party, cause a Moll Flanders party don't stop!