Discombobulated.

This week has been a strange one. Nothing really crazy out of the ordinary has happened, but it has seemed a little discombobulated. Do you ever feel like you are sitting still while everyone and everything is flying around you? Almost like you are in the eye of a hurricane, just sitting still while life whirls around ... I've felt like that this week. It has seemed like everyone is going and learning and changing and making decisions and having things happen. And I'm just watching.

If I could give my 'college years' underlining themes they would be: 

1. Even in your biggest life crisis... life will continue on, whether you want it too or not.
2. My plans are not the best and sometimes having no plans is best.

 The first three years of college, I was a go, go, girl! ( I still am to an extent) But, this semester has been SO different than any year of my life here. I work a 9-5ish job and have weeknights off. I am only taking 12 credits and next semester only 6! Now, for those of you who don't know, last year I worked full time at basically nights shift (7pm-2am) and took 22 credits, while being involved in extra things. So, this semester has sort of turned my life upside down. I love being busy, I love working; I love being dedicated to something. But, something that really sticks out in my mind when I look back to my busyness and accomplishments, something that I can't get over...back when I 'felt good' because I was doing so much, I had such a lack of focus on my spiritual aspect and my relationship with Jesus Christ.

For the years in my life when I thought, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I was accomplishing goals, I was good at something, I could pass my classes with barely studying, I received a promotion at work, I had a boyfriend, I bought a car, I moved into my first apartment... I thought I was just living the life.

I cannot get over my self-focus through all those years. 

So, back to my themes.... 

I'm only 22. What sort of crisis can a 22-year-old girl be in, right? Well, I would argue a pretty big one. Through my two short years in the '20's' I've seen myself grow the most, lose the most, immature the most, become the most defeated, mature the most, and have the most victories. I can so happily say now, I am blessed enough, to overcome a more recent trial in my life. But, I think I am all too quick to forget the growth and learning that comes with brokenness. In my crisis I thought life would stop, I was certain my life would and time felt as if it stood still... but now, here I am, months and months later, moving forward, moving on. 

I can only attest to where I am now through the grace of my Lord. As time moved on, so did I. And as time moved on, God grasped hold of my heart... He had my full attention. Wherever you are in life, remember life goes on, life will keep moving, we can't stop it! God hasn't and won't give up on you. I hope that comforts you and inspires you to get a move as well. 

Next, my plans are not the best plans. They are not. Really, they are not! Since July I have been trying to plan for what will happen in May. [You can laugh at that, I know it is ridiculous] But, you know what, I have recently become okay with not knowing. Today I applied for Grad School at Liberty and I'm prayerfully considering many other options over the next few months. But, bottom line- I do not know what is going to happen, I have no idea, so what good is worrying about it?! Seriously, what good is that? It's not. I'm doing my utmost best, to wake up, and actively give God my day, because I know that is all I have. Why do I worry about my next rent bill? Or if my car breaks down? Or when I will get married? I've found enjoy every day, every moment, serve the Lord and he will bring you the next 'thing.' I did a good job of this last week, but this week I have been slowly taking each day back.. I recently became overwhelmed with decisions and choices and the next thing, I realized these thoughts are not for me to worry about. Serving Christ in the moment he has given us, in the situation where he put us in, matters. Someone said, I don't remember who, but, if we are faithful to God in the little things, he can trust us with the bigger things. So, while I am craving something new, something different, a new chapter, a job with more esteem, I need to remain faithful now to build habits for faithfulness later. And not having a plan causes me have faith God will provide the next thing. 

I've been saying the past couple of weeks, I feel like I am actually becoming a woman! :] I’ve started cooking more, cleaning more, and enjoying baking! But, with growth comes growing pains, and dealing with my immaturity and habitually sin filled lifestyle hurts. But understanding value in brokenness, I think is a sign of a woman. 

And I've noticed, I cry alot more. So, Fergie, you are so not right.. Big girls do cry. 

I hope some of this rambling encourages other twenty-something women out there, you don't have to have it all together, you don't have to have a plan, remain faithful now, serve the Lord now, and the next thing will fall into place. 

P.S. -- I recommend this book for all twenty something women...  'The Mature Woman.'  

Happy Almost Friday!

I think I just lost my life.

We're all allowed bad days right? Do you ever have a bad month, semester, year? Is that possible? I'm going to say, YES. This past semester was a whirlwind of so many things. Ups and downs and everything in between. I think in three months I experienced every emotion humanly possible. And now, here I am, in the midst of summer, ready to recharge.

The one thing I could be proud of this semester was how hard I worked in school. I'm what one would call, an 'overachiever.' I'm overly organized, I go the extra mile, I get papers done weeks in advance and really, I just try wayyyyy to hard.

Being the overly prepared person I am, I saved everything to my external hard drive. Having all my four years of college and all my memories trapped in that little device brought me so much security and pride. I finished my portfolio this semester, along with many PR plans and, well hundreds of hours of work.

I was SO EXCITED this summer to go through and perfect everything I ever made! I was going to create and awesome kick-ass portfolio and make everything else top notch! SO PUMPED.

Then, I made a HUGE mistake. HUGE. I decided to trust the postal system and mail my external hard drive to myself. (I was at my grandmas for the week) After the package got lost in the mail, made it to the destination, (where I no longer was), it was returned back to my house.

You can imagine how happy I was to be reunited with my computer, external hard drive, power cord, red polka dot bikini, keds, and a few dresses.

Then, when I opened the box, I noticed my external hard drive and power cord were missing. They were gone. They had been mailed, but were not in my package.

Now, I cannot imagine they 'fell out.' Those two items were specially picked by someone to steal out of a slit in the top of the box. And to that person I would like to say,

"Thank you. Thank you for stealing my entire life. I hate you."

So, this summer will be spent remaking everything I ever did. Great.

Today I tried to go through and find everything possible in my emails and on line.. I found about 3 things. I'm seriously so thrown. I'm just wondering what else life would like to rip from my hands.

I will never mail anything again. I'm not kidding. That makes more excuses for road trips.

If someone does happen to read this post, I would appreciate only hate comments regarding the postal service. There are no positives to come out of this situation.. only tears and a waste of time.