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*shakes fist at Facebook* What I am supposed to do with my five minute essay breaks when you crash?
Three essays today, two of which are all simple and involved in personal application (i.e. writing in first person) so I've delayed til the last minute. Writing under duress is better writing!
Went out with L, S, and a few other peeps last night for L's 21st birthday. I take full responsibility for feeding her alcohol, but it just had to be done. The bar we went to was a regular hangout for S so she pointed out a lot of the b-boys and other scenesters. The hip hop downstairs was old skool and pretty chill, and the house upstairs was more eclectic and didn't have any annoying vocals which was awesome. I got in the house circle pretty early on - I don't even remember what moves I was doing, I was just trying not to screw up haha! Probably spent a solid two hours grooving, and since I was wearing solid heels, that means LOTS of hip and leg moves. I am .SORE. today and it is glorious!
Being 28 doesn't feel any different from 27, except I have a clear-headed realization that all the different things I have planned for my future are not going to happen anywhere near like how I used to think they will. We create stories for ourselves about what we want - the typical content of house, family, career, etc - with a timeline that seems good and makes sense. But it hit me the other day that soon I will reach a point where some choices aren't available anymore - for example, giving birth to children. I'm glad I'm in college now because I think in another few years, going back would have been even more difficult. Even small things, like working in insurance, suddenly make me wary (but that might just be from everyone saying that once you get into insurance, it's really hard to get out). I have goals for my future, God-given ones, but I don't know how they all work together. Don't know if that makes sense, and in a way, it's sort of liberating. Less for me to think about, more to trust God for.
Thinking off visiting Austin this winter. It's warmer than Reno, and I've already been to San Diego twice this year. Coming up next week, though, is the camping trip with Mr. Amazing. Not sure where we're going yet but I know it will be a blast. He's fun and witty - especially when he's ribbing me haha. The last time I was out in the wilderness (Yosemite) involved a lot of physical pain so I'm curious if I'll want to take it easy or if I'll try to hike myself into the ground. Guess it depends on the location. I don't want to go anyplace with a lot of cool, climbable rock formations, because I have my climbing shoes now (but won't bring them on the trip) and it will just make my heart ache.
There's a jumble of rock on the side of Bell Rock in Sedona that, against my better judgment, I climbed up and sat on a couple years ago. No one else was around and I listened to birdsongs and wind and God for the better part of an hour. I think of that, and the crazy rocks sprinkled on the outskirts of the Rez, and Canyon de Chelly, and there's a quiet fire that burns inside my chest. It's similar to when I'm making music. A call to song and a call to nature.
And a call to my papers. Au revoir!
Three essays today, two of which are all simple and involved in personal application (i.e. writing in first person) so I've delayed til the last minute. Writing under duress is better writing!
Went out with L, S, and a few other peeps last night for L's 21st birthday. I take full responsibility for feeding her alcohol, but it just had to be done. The bar we went to was a regular hangout for S so she pointed out a lot of the b-boys and other scenesters. The hip hop downstairs was old skool and pretty chill, and the house upstairs was more eclectic and didn't have any annoying vocals which was awesome. I got in the house circle pretty early on - I don't even remember what moves I was doing, I was just trying not to screw up haha! Probably spent a solid two hours grooving, and since I was wearing solid heels, that means LOTS of hip and leg moves. I am .SORE. today and it is glorious!
Being 28 doesn't feel any different from 27, except I have a clear-headed realization that all the different things I have planned for my future are not going to happen anywhere near like how I used to think they will. We create stories for ourselves about what we want - the typical content of house, family, career, etc - with a timeline that seems good and makes sense. But it hit me the other day that soon I will reach a point where some choices aren't available anymore - for example, giving birth to children. I'm glad I'm in college now because I think in another few years, going back would have been even more difficult. Even small things, like working in insurance, suddenly make me wary (but that might just be from everyone saying that once you get into insurance, it's really hard to get out). I have goals for my future, God-given ones, but I don't know how they all work together. Don't know if that makes sense, and in a way, it's sort of liberating. Less for me to think about, more to trust God for.
Thinking off visiting Austin this winter. It's warmer than Reno, and I've already been to San Diego twice this year. Coming up next week, though, is the camping trip with Mr. Amazing. Not sure where we're going yet but I know it will be a blast. He's fun and witty - especially when he's ribbing me haha. The last time I was out in the wilderness (Yosemite) involved a lot of physical pain so I'm curious if I'll want to take it easy or if I'll try to hike myself into the ground. Guess it depends on the location. I don't want to go anyplace with a lot of cool, climbable rock formations, because I have my climbing shoes now (but won't bring them on the trip) and it will just make my heart ache.
There's a jumble of rock on the side of Bell Rock in Sedona that, against my better judgment, I climbed up and sat on a couple years ago. No one else was around and I listened to birdsongs and wind and God for the better part of an hour. I think of that, and the crazy rocks sprinkled on the outskirts of the Rez, and Canyon de Chelly, and there's a quiet fire that burns inside my chest. It's similar to when I'm making music. A call to song and a call to nature.
And a call to my papers. Au revoir!