God is in my nose....
As I walked to my interview this morning to be a FYF teacher, trying hard to walk gracefully in these high heels and resisting from singing outloud along with my ipod....I was thinking of how many times I had done this before...this year.
All of the times I marched to an interview, with my pearls, gator pin, and favorite suit. I thought of all the times I wore this suit. Wow.
I am blessed with such great memories. I remember praying before rounds in debate with Lynda in this suit, warm-ups for rounds in this suit, winning in this suit, losing in this suit.
This may seem dumb. But I thought of how things have changed. When I went to my Freshman Leadership Council interview...and I was such a bad interviewer. I thought I deserved it and was so boring and arrogant. And then I thought of the Gator Growl interview or my Senate interview where I knew nothing about the orginization. And my Cicerone interview...where I was so pumped to do it...that I had the Rocky theme like blasting through my head as I walked to the room with Jerrell.
This all started with smells. I smelled the cigarette smoke from someone walking by. And I realized whenever I smell smoke, I think of Richard. Not just Richard, but of good times Senior Year. I thought of when Colleen and I went down to Palm Beach to meet Richard and James and I lied to my mom and told her I was at work. And I thought of the time I begged Rick to take me home and he made me sleep in his car in Wal-Mart. And that smell...of smoke....of all-nighters....
smells i love: boys wearing axe. axe essence. mmmmm....coconut. unleaded gas. permanent marker. frosting.
Well, the good news is God is healing my little nose. I can smell a little more. And I think I am getting better....
this morning was nice.rejoice this is the day the Lord has made, i thought as i crawled out of bed.
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days!
-Psalm 90:14-
All of the times I marched to an interview, with my pearls, gator pin, and favorite suit. I thought of all the times I wore this suit. Wow.
I am blessed with such great memories. I remember praying before rounds in debate with Lynda in this suit, warm-ups for rounds in this suit, winning in this suit, losing in this suit.
This may seem dumb. But I thought of how things have changed. When I went to my Freshman Leadership Council interview...and I was such a bad interviewer. I thought I deserved it and was so boring and arrogant. And then I thought of the Gator Growl interview or my Senate interview where I knew nothing about the orginization. And my Cicerone interview...where I was so pumped to do it...that I had the Rocky theme like blasting through my head as I walked to the room with Jerrell.
This all started with smells. I smelled the cigarette smoke from someone walking by. And I realized whenever I smell smoke, I think of Richard. Not just Richard, but of good times Senior Year. I thought of when Colleen and I went down to Palm Beach to meet Richard and James and I lied to my mom and told her I was at work. And I thought of the time I begged Rick to take me home and he made me sleep in his car in Wal-Mart. And that smell...of smoke....of all-nighters....
smells i love: boys wearing axe. axe essence. mmmmm....coconut. unleaded gas. permanent marker. frosting.
Well, the good news is God is healing my little nose. I can smell a little more. And I think I am getting better....
this morning was nice.rejoice this is the day the Lord has made, i thought as i crawled out of bed.
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days!
-Psalm 90:14-