Emma and I

Sometimes I think it would be awesome if life were like a Jane Austen movie.
Then, I get a moment like this, and it doesn't seem like such a great idea.

Ok, so not EXACTLY like this, but close enough.
"Badly done, Emma!"
"Alayna, I am so mad at you!"

Emma took forever to get over it.
I cried through seminary and parts of first and second period.

Mr. Knightly came back later to say he was sorry.
I am very doubtful that my "Mr. Knightly" will come and ask for forgiveness.
I don't think that this person cares that my feelings were hurt and that I felt guilty for the rest of the day.

Emma didn't see anything wrong with what she had done before Mr. Knightly reproved her for it.
I didn't think anything of it at the time, but worried about my choice later, and my "Mr. Knightly" just confirmed it.

Emma was all alone to recover.
I felt all alone. But I wasn't. My sister walked with me, just because she thought that I might need the company. A friend I haven't seen in a long time came to talk a bit with me. I hadn't told any one and didn't know who to tell, but my friends at lunch made themselves open and it all came spilling out.

Spilling my guts made me feel so much better. Now I feel better prepared to face people, to accept my choice, and to move on with my life.

When people bring you down, individuals can pick you back up.