Geez, I am seriously neglecting my duties as a blogger...shame on me. But really, I'm sorry it's been so long since I last posted anything. Let's change that.
I think I'd like to start off with a story today...
"The world is a silly, crazy, nonsensical place, isn't it?" Said the teacher one day. Lady in Blue had to admit, she agreed whole-heartedly. Not so much in a negative manner, but more in just agreeing that very few things made sense around her. Her confusion was growing with each and every day.
Lady in Blue came to this place, this place where everyone from 18 to 22, and then some older, came to figure out what to do with the rest of their lives, and where they were going to go, and what they were going to be...a lot of pressure for someone who wasn't even around two decades ago. And most of the time spent at this..."cage" of sorts, was spent not on focusing on careers, but on very basic parts of the person. Like what they were interested in, and how they could make money doing it. If you haven't caught on yet, this cage is college. And Lady in Blue is me.
I spent the first five months of my college experience trying to convince myself that I had to know everything now and get started on being successful. What a load of bull that is. If anyone ever tries to tell you that, don't buy it. Sure, you should be proactive. Yes, you should be motivated and work hard and figure out what it is you like. But you don't have to plan your entire life out right now. Most of the time, what you started out doing isn't the same thing you will end up doing anyway. Life changes all of the time. It is crazy. It is nonsensical. My teacher was right.
So enjoy the days you have. Find those things that make you truly, purely happy. Stick with them. Find the people that you know you couldn't live without. Keep them around. And everything will work out. How can I know for sure? I can't. But I believe it. Everything will work out. Someone somewhere has a plan for me. I don't have to do this all alone.
Food for thought: There are 5 things that make me sincerely, truly happy every day I think about them. What makes you sincerely, truly happy? And why?
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Springtime Memories
Just out of curiosity: What is your favorite memory?
We all have one. I have a lot. Some of them are vague, fuzzy memories I sometimes mistake for dreams. Some of them are very distinct and clear, and I remember exactly how I felt when they happened. I guess my favorite memory isn't even a memory, but more of a series of memories.
The sun is getting brighter here on campus. I can hear birds singing outside my window when I wake up in the morning, and I smell the fresh grass and buds beginning to pop up out of the snow drifts and puddles. It is February, yes, but anything can happen with Michigan weather. It is February, but I can sense spring is on its way.
Spring is the season when my memories all come back to me, mostly because it is the season of new beginnings. And we can't have a new start without recalling what has happened in the past. In the past, when I used to lay out in the long green grass in my backyard and stare up into the cloudless sky, a slight, cool breeze chilling me. The sun was always positioned just right: not bright enough to blind me, but not dim enough to be unnoticeable. My dogs would be running, playing in the yard. My dad would be cooking steak or burgers on the grill. My mom would be sitting on the porch talking to my grandpa, or listening to music inside as she continued with her never-ending spring cleaning. My sister would be practicing basketball in the driveway, or making bazooka zucchini guns with my cousins in the garden. And I would lay in the grass and take deeps breaths of the cleanest air I have ever known.
Sometimes I spent those same days wandering through the woods in my backyard, swinging on our old swing set (which has been gone for what must be at least 5 years now), or playing catch with my dad. All of these memories come in a series in my mind when I think of the spring season, and they all make me smile. I guess I just like the simplicity. No worries. No anxiety. There was nothing to stress out about, no reports to finish. Just me and my family and our home.
These are the times I like to remember the most. These are the times that keep me going on especially difficult days. These are my fondest memories.
What are yours?
We all have one. I have a lot. Some of them are vague, fuzzy memories I sometimes mistake for dreams. Some of them are very distinct and clear, and I remember exactly how I felt when they happened. I guess my favorite memory isn't even a memory, but more of a series of memories.
The sun is getting brighter here on campus. I can hear birds singing outside my window when I wake up in the morning, and I smell the fresh grass and buds beginning to pop up out of the snow drifts and puddles. It is February, yes, but anything can happen with Michigan weather. It is February, but I can sense spring is on its way.
Spring is the season when my memories all come back to me, mostly because it is the season of new beginnings. And we can't have a new start without recalling what has happened in the past. In the past, when I used to lay out in the long green grass in my backyard and stare up into the cloudless sky, a slight, cool breeze chilling me. The sun was always positioned just right: not bright enough to blind me, but not dim enough to be unnoticeable. My dogs would be running, playing in the yard. My dad would be cooking steak or burgers on the grill. My mom would be sitting on the porch talking to my grandpa, or listening to music inside as she continued with her never-ending spring cleaning. My sister would be practicing basketball in the driveway, or making bazooka zucchini guns with my cousins in the garden. And I would lay in the grass and take deeps breaths of the cleanest air I have ever known.
Sometimes I spent those same days wandering through the woods in my backyard, swinging on our old swing set (which has been gone for what must be at least 5 years now), or playing catch with my dad. All of these memories come in a series in my mind when I think of the spring season, and they all make me smile. I guess I just like the simplicity. No worries. No anxiety. There was nothing to stress out about, no reports to finish. Just me and my family and our home.
These are the times I like to remember the most. These are the times that keep me going on especially difficult days. These are my fondest memories.
What are yours?
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