so here i am. sitting in the room for my next class. i've been here for 20-ish minuets...class starts in, oh, 34. i've been at school since 12:30 this afternoon and will be here for a while longer. thankfully, i found a spot right outside the building where this class is.
i was thinking about things on tuesday...i mean, it was a pretty momentous day. the inauguration of our 44th president Barack Obama. what was i thinking about on that day?
i'm glad you asked.
i was thinking about all of the momentous events that have happened during my life time. so i am beginning a list of things...here is a sample of my list thus far. i will post the complete list when i am finished.
2 wars
impeachment trial of a president
inauguration of the 1st black president in the united states
9/11
falling down of the berlin wall
new millennium
hurrican katrina
wow. a majority of this list involves events that caused complete devastation. that's depressing. oh well. i will think of some more.
speaking of history, i am taking all history courses this semester. well, not all. one is about rock music...but its the history of rock music so it still works. this is my favorite semester ever. i mean, i've had some really good ones but this one tops them all. i have no agenda. i can do what i want...and maybe the fact that graduation is coming in may plays into this a bit.
i am ready for this summer. though, today the weather is amazing. it feels like october.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
identity
i was lying in bed...no really, i was...and all of a sudden, i began to think about identity.
for most of my life, i have not struggled, but gone along with the "tags" people have given me. here are some of them:
one of the guys
drama nerd
nerdy/geeky
plain jane
sports fanatic
tall, thin model looking friend
and the list goes on.
i am, in a sense, all of those things but they are not what i am identified by... at least i hope i don't make those my identity. what do i want to be seen as?
child of the King
a worshipper...not just on Sundays when i'm singing, but all of the time
a young woman who knows God's plan for her life and is going to live it out
someone who loves to laugh
a good friend and sister
a good daughter
a hard worker
i can only hope that my life reflects those things. i have learned that i don't need to have a "tag" to make me feel like i fit in or that i need to hang out with a certain crowd. i have learned that i don't need a boyfriend to make my life complete or that i don't need to spend every moment of my day with my friends or fully engorssed in my work. granted, i do spend a lot of time with my friends and i do devote a lot of time to work...but that is because i choose to do so. i don't do it because that is where my identity is based. i still have that idea in my head sometimes though...it goes something like this:
i'm a single woman living in an apartment somewhere. i work all the time, see my friends on weekends and generally do what i want when i want. my life really does consist of going to work and then coming home to my dog. i dress well and am a bum on the weekends. i work out when i can, which is mainly me going out on my bicycle. i am an aunt to my siblings kids and even to my friends kids. i'm the fun aunt, the one who gives them gum and soda. i love my life and the people in it...things could not be better.
when i was in high school, that was generally how i decided i was going to be when i got out of college. i made that my identity. strong, indepenent woman who was always a bridesmaid never a bride. i didn't want to get married. i was fine being single.
somewhere in there, i lost that vision. well, not really lost it, but it changed. i changed. God definitely stepped in and changed me. i am fine with where i'm at in life. i love it. this past year has been the best year of my life. if you look at the things that happened in it, you may disagree with me or you may think i'm a nut.(well, not everything was bad and nothing was horrible, but there were some very interesting events that took place) however, my identity is not in the things that happen in my life and is not in the circumstances that surround me. my identity is in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He saved my soul and gives me joy, peace, and comfort. i know that i do not have to place my identity in this world.
and with all of that, i say to you (who ever you are dear readers...if you are there at all) that you should think about where your identity lies. is it in what people say about you and tag or dub you? is in in the circumstances in your life? or does it lie in the arms of Jesus?
good night.
for most of my life, i have not struggled, but gone along with the "tags" people have given me. here are some of them:
one of the guys
drama nerd
nerdy/geeky
plain jane
sports fanatic
tall, thin model looking friend
and the list goes on.
i am, in a sense, all of those things but they are not what i am identified by... at least i hope i don't make those my identity. what do i want to be seen as?
child of the King
a worshipper...not just on Sundays when i'm singing, but all of the time
a young woman who knows God's plan for her life and is going to live it out
someone who loves to laugh
a good friend and sister
a good daughter
a hard worker
i can only hope that my life reflects those things. i have learned that i don't need to have a "tag" to make me feel like i fit in or that i need to hang out with a certain crowd. i have learned that i don't need a boyfriend to make my life complete or that i don't need to spend every moment of my day with my friends or fully engorssed in my work. granted, i do spend a lot of time with my friends and i do devote a lot of time to work...but that is because i choose to do so. i don't do it because that is where my identity is based. i still have that idea in my head sometimes though...it goes something like this:
i'm a single woman living in an apartment somewhere. i work all the time, see my friends on weekends and generally do what i want when i want. my life really does consist of going to work and then coming home to my dog. i dress well and am a bum on the weekends. i work out when i can, which is mainly me going out on my bicycle. i am an aunt to my siblings kids and even to my friends kids. i'm the fun aunt, the one who gives them gum and soda. i love my life and the people in it...things could not be better.
when i was in high school, that was generally how i decided i was going to be when i got out of college. i made that my identity. strong, indepenent woman who was always a bridesmaid never a bride. i didn't want to get married. i was fine being single.
somewhere in there, i lost that vision. well, not really lost it, but it changed. i changed. God definitely stepped in and changed me. i am fine with where i'm at in life. i love it. this past year has been the best year of my life. if you look at the things that happened in it, you may disagree with me or you may think i'm a nut.(well, not everything was bad and nothing was horrible, but there were some very interesting events that took place) however, my identity is not in the things that happen in my life and is not in the circumstances that surround me. my identity is in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He saved my soul and gives me joy, peace, and comfort. i know that i do not have to place my identity in this world.
and with all of that, i say to you (who ever you are dear readers...if you are there at all) that you should think about where your identity lies. is it in what people say about you and tag or dub you? is in in the circumstances in your life? or does it lie in the arms of Jesus?
good night.
Monday, January 12, 2009
go figure
so i started this blog and then on sunday i bought a journal.
i'm serious.
i bought a journal to write it. i carry it with me everywhere. its really nice too, the most i have ever spent on a journal...30bucks. but then again i did but it at barnes and noble and i did get it with a specifc purpose in mind. i wanted it to last forever...or as long as it can. i intened to fill the pages with a story. its not necessarly one that is to be shared with others or published for the world to see. but maybe, some day, my children or my grandchildren will find it in the attic and will gleam some knowledge from this story. maybe someday when i finally get around to writing a book or finishing one i have already started i will be able to take something from this journal. we will see. it was something i had to buy though. i knew that i wouldn't be able to function without it. i don't mind the extra weight it adds to my bag. its not going to hurt me. i enjoy knowing that i have this and can access it at all times. its nice writing in a journal. makes me feel nostaligic or somthing. granted, i love to blog. but then again, who really reads my blogs? they are pretty much for my own benefit too...gosh, i sound a bit selfish don't i?
well, i must go now. my dog is wimpering so i should go let her outside.
i'm serious.
i bought a journal to write it. i carry it with me everywhere. its really nice too, the most i have ever spent on a journal...30bucks. but then again i did but it at barnes and noble and i did get it with a specifc purpose in mind. i wanted it to last forever...or as long as it can. i intened to fill the pages with a story. its not necessarly one that is to be shared with others or published for the world to see. but maybe, some day, my children or my grandchildren will find it in the attic and will gleam some knowledge from this story. maybe someday when i finally get around to writing a book or finishing one i have already started i will be able to take something from this journal. we will see. it was something i had to buy though. i knew that i wouldn't be able to function without it. i don't mind the extra weight it adds to my bag. its not going to hurt me. i enjoy knowing that i have this and can access it at all times. its nice writing in a journal. makes me feel nostaligic or somthing. granted, i love to blog. but then again, who really reads my blogs? they are pretty much for my own benefit too...gosh, i sound a bit selfish don't i?
well, i must go now. my dog is wimpering so i should go let her outside.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
here it is
well, here it is...blog number one...w00t w00t! it is the 7th day of january 2009 and i decided that i wanted to start a blog. i've had one in the past, actually i had several at one time in the past and they didn't work. i've blogged a ton of myspace (...speaking of which i should back those up...) and written a few things on facebook.
*disclaimer: yes, i have both myspace and facebook and at one time in my life i was addicted to both*
so, here is my new attempt to blog. is it a new years resolution? absolutely not. i've never been good at sticking to those.
with that, good night world. sleep well and may the morning come slowly.
*disclaimer: yes, i have both myspace and facebook and at one time in my life i was addicted to both*
so, here is my new attempt to blog. is it a new years resolution? absolutely not. i've never been good at sticking to those.
with that, good night world. sleep well and may the morning come slowly.
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