Writing has always helped me categorize the craziness that lies within my mind, but I have steered away from it lately. I think it is time to pick up a pen and open a vein again. While I do not mind if people read my rantings, I feel as if my life as become way too public lately. As a result, my facebook notes will remain disabled and I will be using this instead.
So... as I am sitting here in a new dorm knowing that I am one of very few people left on campus, there are many things on my mind. I'm not going to discuss them all at this point in time, but here is an outline of things that I need to address over the next few days.
- Grades/school= not working to my potential in conjunction with I have no clue what I'm doing
-Identity issues... what defines me?
- Why don't I just go get a job?
- Are friends really just people that you think are you friends?
- Defining faith- dealing with the whole water, word, profession thing
And.. I'll probably think of some more stuff along the way... so... yeah.
What is this place?
I'm just a small town girl, living in a big city or so they tell me. Welcome to my world - where no place feels like home, and everyone feels like family. My aspirations are simple: serve God, love people, and laugh whenever possible.
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
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