Update of November: Weekend
Fulfillment is the heart that yearns to reach the finish line so that it can start a new race.
I will keep this simple; this weekend was great. You will understand when I am done. Saturday:
I woke up not knowing if I was excited, nervous, fearful, or all at once. I headed toward mid-town Atlanta on my way to Savannah College Art Design (SCAD) Focus Day. As I made way waking up the sidewalk towards the school I only thought: here I am, let’s see.
With my handwritten name posted on the left side of my chest I walked through the halls looking for direction and made it towards the big cafeteria. The tour of the facilities was led by a small Indian girl, but oh how I desired to be in her place, a student going after passion.
Anyways changing the tone, here’s how it went. We got a tour of the facilities and I was blown away by the look of the school alone. I went open space by open space because that is how the classes are arranged. I had the opportunity to speak with two professors and a students and the only other thing I could think of was this is cool. Here I am checking out this school because I want to move forward, and moving forward starts with a step.
I spoke with my sibling later and expressed my thoughts that had manifested that day by going to tour the school. I felt overwhelmed yet wanted to share the feeling. I do not recollect the evening whatsoever.
Sunday:
I spoke with my housemate in the morning, We bonded for a few moments in conversation and as if the Man upstairs had no humor I was emphatically told to go to church. It’s amazing what can stir a moment when you realize that your steps are guarded and that your direction is headed the right way. I attended church and heard a message that represented in summary everything that has become me in these past months. I understood the why’s . I didn’t have to feel it, I just knew.
I am jealous of my spirituality. I guard my spirituality as a treasure because it is my responsibility to grow. Only I understand why Sunday was important to me. It was the message that He wanted me to hear, that I am on the right track and that day it all made sense.
Later that day I went to Barnes and Noble and as if the day couldn’t get funnier. I have no idea what led me there only to want to get a Starbucks Mocha Frapuccino. I bumped into a screenwriter now director that I hadn’t seen in awhile. I could hear the laughter in my head. How ironic that of all places he was there. A very brief conversation was all I needed to reconfirm I am walking forward.
I returned to church for a membership class and knew I needed to share what had been on my mind some weeks ago. I told the Pastor I wanted to help missions and youth by teaching them Spanish. A smile was part of the response. I don’t know 100% where this is headed only that it’s part of the process and I have to move forward.
Optimism is not defined by feelings, it’s defined by actions .
I will keep this simple; this weekend was great. You will understand when I am done. Saturday:
I woke up not knowing if I was excited, nervous, fearful, or all at once. I headed toward mid-town Atlanta on my way to Savannah College Art Design (SCAD) Focus Day. As I made way waking up the sidewalk towards the school I only thought: here I am, let’s see.
With my handwritten name posted on the left side of my chest I walked through the halls looking for direction and made it towards the big cafeteria. The tour of the facilities was led by a small Indian girl, but oh how I desired to be in her place, a student going after passion.
Anyways changing the tone, here’s how it went. We got a tour of the facilities and I was blown away by the look of the school alone. I went open space by open space because that is how the classes are arranged. I had the opportunity to speak with two professors and a students and the only other thing I could think of was this is cool. Here I am checking out this school because I want to move forward, and moving forward starts with a step.
I spoke with my sibling later and expressed my thoughts that had manifested that day by going to tour the school. I felt overwhelmed yet wanted to share the feeling. I do not recollect the evening whatsoever.
Sunday:
I spoke with my housemate in the morning, We bonded for a few moments in conversation and as if the Man upstairs had no humor I was emphatically told to go to church. It’s amazing what can stir a moment when you realize that your steps are guarded and that your direction is headed the right way. I attended church and heard a message that represented in summary everything that has become me in these past months. I understood the why’s . I didn’t have to feel it, I just knew.
I am jealous of my spirituality. I guard my spirituality as a treasure because it is my responsibility to grow. Only I understand why Sunday was important to me. It was the message that He wanted me to hear, that I am on the right track and that day it all made sense.
Later that day I went to Barnes and Noble and as if the day couldn’t get funnier. I have no idea what led me there only to want to get a Starbucks Mocha Frapuccino. I bumped into a screenwriter now director that I hadn’t seen in awhile. I could hear the laughter in my head. How ironic that of all places he was there. A very brief conversation was all I needed to reconfirm I am walking forward.
I returned to church for a membership class and knew I needed to share what had been on my mind some weeks ago. I told the Pastor I wanted to help missions and youth by teaching them Spanish. A smile was part of the response. I don’t know 100% where this is headed only that it’s part of the process and I have to move forward.
Optimism is not defined by feelings, it’s defined by actions .