The Thought of Tomorrow Ruins Today

I was listening to Colin Hay yesterday and he has a song called 'Waiting For My Real Life to Begin'. And there are several quotes that talk about waiting for life to happen but those moments spent waiting are actually our life passing by. What a waste of time. But we always do it. How crazy would life be if the thought of tomorrow didn't exist? If we truly lived one day like it was our last? I think it's a good idea to live like today is our last day but it's not realistic. I mean, if today was my last day I would go skydiving, tell certain people how I really feel about them, drive across the country (or as far as I could get before the day ends) and maybe rob a bank. And some days I just like to stay in my pajamas and only get off the couch to pee. It's not how I would spend my last day but it's still a great day. Sometimes we have a day or a moment when we feel like we are truly living. I feel like that right now.

I'm in Atlanta for Thanksgiving. The thing I love about Georgia is the nature. There are hills and trees and true signs of it being fall. I took a blanket, a book, my camera, and my iPhone (for music) I'm laying in the middle of the woods. It's beautiful and I'm surrounded by yellow and red leaves and right now there are two squirrels playing their own version of tag about 25 ft away. I'm actually really scared of squirrels. My high school boyfriend told me to watch out for the squirrels because a girl got attacked by one in the Grove. He told me this when I told him I was going to Ole Miss in the fall. Thanks buddy. So ever since then if I see a squirrel I make a combat plan in my head in case one decides to attack me. So I'm a little nervous right now but I feel like I can handle my own against these two, I'm feeling a sense of courage here.

I'm very happy at this moment. I feel like I'm living. I have these moments a lot but I decided to record this moment so I can look back on it when I'm not having a good moment. Or maybe to inspire you to have one of your own. There are always excuses not to have one. Tomorrow being the main one. But mine today were the fact that it's a little chilly and I don't have a jacket. The ground is kind of wet. And I love being in the woods but I hate spiders. I am still a little chilly. And I brought 2 blankets to sit on so I don't get wet. But for a moment like this, being a little chilly and dealing with a couple spiders is so worth it. Don't live today like it's your last. Just go do something TODAY that you will do 'tomorrow'. Peace.

Monsters Aren't Just Under the Bed Anymore

It freaks me out that there are people in the world like that five-year old's mother in North Carolina. If you haven't been watching the news, the body of a five-year old girl was found and the story is that her mother was prostituting her daughter and that's how she ended up dead.

I'm sick to my stomach about this. Because this is one of several stories about parents killing their children or something similar. How? For nine months she carried this child inside her body. She felt her kick and she heard her cry as soon as she was born. She saw her sweet baby's eyes gazing into hers as she drank her bottle. How can someone do this? Reports say she was calm and quiet in court. No remorse, no emotion. A five year old girl being prostituted. And then murdered.

Innocence is the beautiful thing about children, and how dare anyone who takes that away. I'm so mad right now I could scream. Mainly because I just don't get it. It's difficult to believe that there are people out there who are so messed up in the head that they don't think twice about doing something like this and also don't feel any emotion afterwards. It's scary. It makes me more cautious about doing things I never thought twice about like walking around alone at night or getting into my car outside of a store. I never thought anything could happen to me and maybe it's because I didn't really think there were true monsters out there. But there really are. That's what people like this are... they are monsters, barely even human.

I feel so bad for what this poor innocent girl had taken from her and what she went through and how scared she had to be. And it's terrible that things like this are going on constantly. I hate it and it makes me sad. I wish there was a way to protect the innocence of every single child out there.

Highway Thoughts

I drive a lot. More than most I think. I always have. Depending on what's going on in life determines where these destinations are. The last couple years at Ole Miss I drove to Little Rock about once a week because that's where my 'crew' of the time was. Crew is such a lame word. Now I'm always driving to either Jackson, Natchez (where my parents are) or New Orleans (where my best friend and other group of fantastically wonderful girls are that I met through my best friend a few years ago).

But I always go alone. Because I like it that way. It's where I do my thinking and where I listen to my music that inspires me and makes me sing and makes me dance and sometimes makes me cry. I'm writing all of this because I realized when I got on here to start writing that most of my blogs are written while driving, specifically down 84 which is where I am now. I don't recommend this and I do realize it is a bit stupid and quite dangerous to blog while driving. But I write anyways because any writer knows when it hits you, it must be written at that moment or the ideas and/or feelings fade. So if it's written later it almost becomes something that is no longer written in first person because you are trying to remember what you were thinking and how you felt.

Sooooo... The original point of this entry. I want to start my own publication. I've never had the urge to do this before. I've always been happy seeing my articles in other people's papers. But Hattiesburg only has it's daily newspaper. There is no Jackson Free Press type of thing here. Which is a total shame because JFP is freakin awesome and so interesting. We need something like that here. And as much as I don't want to take on this huge amount of stress, I think I'm going to do it. My favorite part is that when I've mentioned it to a few people here they look at me like 'yeah, right, good luck with that'. What a freakin joy it is to prove people wrong. I can so do this.

And you know what's weird? People say everything happens for a reason. I kind of believe that, and I've seen an awesome connection between a couple things that have happened. I got a job selling advertising and marketing businesses for a magazine. Well I couldn't continue with that job because I'm staying in Hattiesburg and that's too far from my designated area. It was horrible and I was (and still am) so upset because I fell in love with the magazine and the people I worked with. But now I see... Maybe I was supposed to do this (start my own publication) and I got that job to learn how to sell advertising! Because I know how to write, take pictures, and I know graphic design. But before that job I had no clue how to sell advertising which is the most important part. Crazy huh?

So speak of things happening for a reason. I'm on the side of the road now, I got pulled over for speeding. It wasn't even on purpose, I'm not even in a hurry. I just wasn't paying attention because I was all into what I'm writing. So maybe I shouldn't write while driving. Crap my dad is going to freakin kill me. Until next time...

Simmer Down Now

So many things have happened in a short period of time that I cried so hard I was to the point of hyperventilation. It just got to be too much for me to handle. Which brings me to this realization... it is too much for ME to handle alone, I need HIM. I felt so stupid for worrying myself to the point of hyperventilation, because He is standing there waving His hands and yelling "Yo over here! I can do it, just come to me and I got your back!"

A very dear friend of mine, we'll call her Dr. Bailey, gave me a book a couple weeks ago. "Breaking Free" by Beth Moore. If you aren't familiar with her, drive to the bookstore right now or listen to her podcast on iTunes. A Christian woman who is humble, real, admittedly imperfect, passionate, and the best part... she is hilarious. And Southern : )

Anyways, the book talks about captivity and the chains holding us down. These words sound like something out of 'Troy' or 'The Gladiator', but they are very real in each of our lives. Of course we don't have actual chains holding us to the ground, or at least I hope you don't, if you do I don't really know what to tell ya. But for the rest of us, we have different kinds of chains. These chains can be doubt and lack of trust. They can be drugs or alcohol or even shopping. And the one we don't see as chains can be people. Are you putting someone in the place where God is supposed to be? I have plenty of times.

One big thing I read made me sit back and think 'whoops'. It focused on the issue of believing God. Not believing He exists and that He is up there somewhere and hopefully we'll see Him one day. I mean believing Him. Believing Him when He says the things He says and tells us what He can do.

Believing He is real and believing Him are two very separate things.

If a close friend tells you "I will be there for you always. You can talk to me anytime. I will never turn my back to you. I will love you more than you can imagine no matter what horrible things you do." When you hear that, you believe that person and it's a great feeling. So why don't we believe God when He tells us the same thing? Maybe you believe He'll always be there and blah blah blah. But if we are dealing with problems in life and worry about them, we are not believing Him. When we turn to other things or people instead of Him, we are not believing Him. I could go on and on, but hopefully you get the point. We can say we believe Him, but do we really? Are we acting like we believe Him?

Worrying= doubt= not believing.

Another thing that made me step back was the issue of praying. Praying is tricky. It can be tough, honestly. We are humans and we like to talk to people we can physically see and physically hear. You have to realize the power of prayer for it to be something meaningful to us. Not 'the power' as in if you pray for a big house you will turn around and there's a big house waiting for you to move in. I mean the power it has to make your relationship with God intimate and fulfilling. The enemy knows how powerful prayer is and it freaks him out. He will distract us with anything to keep us from praying. Even with things we think are good like going to church or reading the Bible all night looking for answers. These things are good, but they are a package deal. They are only good when there is prayer involved. If the enemy is so freaked out about us praying, there has to be a pretty big reason for it.

You have to think of what you have with God as an actual relationship. Think about your relationship with your boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife. What kind of relationship would you have with that person if you only talked to them for 2 minutes before you went to sleep at night. Or only came to that person after you've gone to everybody and everything else for help with a problem. Or didn't believe him or her when they told you how much they loved you. What a terrible relationship that would be! You have to think of your relationship with God that way. That's the one point that totally changed my life. When I realized what a relationship with Him actually meant. The correlation with that and how physical human relationships work made me realize I need to involve Him in my life all day every day, take Him with me wherever I go, don't just talk to Him right as I'm falling asleep at night or only when I'm having a problem.

So these are the things I have learned in the past few days. I thought it would be selfish not to share. If Dr. Bailey hadn't shared with me I would still be on the floor and defeated. The amazing thing is, the second I believed Him, I felt total peace. He literally told my heart 'Dude don't worry, I got this. I am going to be right by your side as you go through all of this and I can hands-down take anybody or anything that gets in your way. You just have to trust me." How lucky are we to have that on our side?

Show Me The Money!

it's weird when you go to college, you are there (mostly) to get a degree. so that when you get your degree you can start your career. but they never tell you that when you graduate, that degree doesn't really mean much. i mean it does in a sense, but it doesn't mean you get a job. I WANT TO WORK! i'm going crazy, i want to write or be involved in a publication in any way even if it is just to get coffee or change the urinal cakes in the bathroom. it's weird they call them cakes. i just want to have something to do every day, feel like i have some sort of purpose somewhere. I want to have a task and complete it.

i used to be on a search for a job that i will love because i don't want to be miserable in my job like the majority of people these days are. but now im on a search for absolutely anything. and it's weird because i don't even know how to go about a job search. do i just go into a magazine or wherever and ask to talk to the editor so i can hand her my resume and tell her i'll do anything? oh the pathetic desperation that will be echoing in my voice as i speak.

they should have a class in college (they probably do at some) that specifically teaches you about the real world and how to go about finding that job. maybe i had a class similar to that but i didn't go much. i don't know. anyways, this post isn't me just thinking out loud (or in writing i guess i should say). it's an actual request. i don't get many comments on my posts, but i know there are people out there who read this. i hate when i don't get comments by the way, it makes me feel like what i've written is pointless, like it didn't affect anyone. not that my purpose for writing is to always get feedback. i don't know. my mind is in 732 places today, can't ya tell? i start writing something but then i don't have a point or know how to finish the thought so i just say 'i don't know'.

anyways, back to the point. im a journalist, i love photography, i love public relations, i love anything that goes into the field of 'communications'. I have a resume. I have a portfolio. How the heck do I find a job? I need advice and/or opinions. Some people don't know how to comment on the actual blog, so if that's the case and you have some advice for me, email me. brynndalynn24@gmail.com. Anything and everything is appreciated!

By the way, I've been asked by a family member who will go unnamed for the sake of the argument it will cause later, to stop writing this blog. "You are putting your personal life out there for everyone to see. You look like an idiot, that's what it is doing. It's making you look like a total idiot." Ouch. So I questioned my motives about writing this blog. Why do I do it? I guess some of it is ranting; expressing myself for the sake of getting it out of my head. But I also want to affect people. Not in a huge way because that is tough to do. But have some sort of affect, maybe for someone who is going through what I'm going through. Or for someone who is having their own problems and they see other people struggle too. But I also don't want that to be what all my blogs are about... struggles and blah blah blah. I want them to be uplifting, some of them witty, some of them pointless and retarded. But with the crap I'm going through right now, that's just what they are about for the time being. Basically I am just asking, should I stop writing? Is there a point to it?

Struggle

I'm in between how it is and how it should be.

I am at the crossroads and have to make a move quick. I don't usually get into the details of what is actually happening in my life but this time I am.

I am single. I am a single mother. It's not the easiest place to be. But I tried as hard as I could to make something work for the sake of having a family , but wanting something so bad doesn't always make it happen. It sucks and it hurts and I'm not happy about any of this, but at the same time, this is just what is happening.

I am moving to Jackson. But I need a place to live. I need a job. I need to figure out what to do with Jax while I'm at that job. I need to figure out a lot. Basically how am I going to make it?

I've been praying a lot because I need Him to show me what to do right now. So I've reached out to some people spiritually and it hasn't necessarily led me to anything. I don't know what to do.

I guess that's the whole point of this post. There's nothing insightful, nothing inspirational, nothing witty. It's just a cry out I guess.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

The Race

Only once before my current relationship have I really considered marriage. And that one time ended with me getting bitch-slapped in the face. Ouch. So yeah, I'm not a big fan of the whole thing. Not because I'm bitter, but because it's the one area in life where I'm realistic. But life has changed and things have happened. And getting married isn't just something that affects me and my husband-to-be. It affects my son.

I've been in bliss picking out bridesmaid's dresses and flowers. But I get a bit of an anxiety attack when I think about the actual being married part of it. This is bad, but I've always decided being totally honest is the only way to write. And it's not the boyfriend's fault. He's a great guy and the best father in the world. It's more of a problem within myself combined with a few relationship problems we have. But I keep ignoring these anxiety attacks because I am 'supposed to get married'. But these are my thoughts on this as I have had a mini-epiphany while I drive down Hwy 84...

Marriage is like a marathon. You have to be ready for it. People don't just do a marathon without training for it. I'm metaphorically out of shape! Like The Biggest Loser out of shape. I've lost myself trying to make things work and also being defeated by life's mini-battles.

So I need to take time picking up the bits and pieces of myself that I've lost along the way. I need to put them back together and take a picture so I won't forget, because right now the image is quite blurry. And it's nobody's fault but my own for losing the strength I've always prided myself in having.

So back to this marathon, I need to take some time to train. Because when I do this marathon, I don't want to be miserably dragging along in the back panting and out of breath. I want it to be a good experience and dammit I want to win.

broken

Honesty is scary. It makes you feel weak. Vulnerable. You are putting yourself out there. You are putting your heart on the line. Strength and character are based on how you deal with it when your heart is handed (or hurled) back to you. It's always tough to be the weak one. Makes you feel like a dumbass. But I've decided putting yourself out there and things not going the way you hoped doesn't make you weak. It makes you brave. And getting through it makes you strong. So here's to bravery and strength. I'll get by with a little help from my friends. And I'll still smile and believe in love everytime I look at Jax. Because the way I feel about him... Now that's love.




All you can do is be yourself. "Be yourself, it's the one thing you can do better than anybody else". Know that you deserve the best and if someone makes you feel like you don't, screw them. The only one that can make you feel inferior is you. So don't let anyone make you doubt your beauty and the great things that make you who you are.

It's all about self-awareness. Be aware of the good things. But also be aware of the bad. Recognize your faults and work on them. It drives me crazy when people sit on their high horse and state their morals but don't act like those morals exist when they don't feel like it. Consistency people. If you are going to believe in certain things and throw those things in people's faces, then don't be a damn hypocrite.

People say if someone is always on your mind, they are supposed to be there. But then again, people say don't waste your time thinking of someone if they aren't thinking about you too. So I'm not wasting my time. Either you love me or you don't, either you think I'm a good person or you don't. Either this or that and blah blah blah. But no matter what you think, I know me. And I love who I am.

"and through the rise and falling apart, we discover who we are"

In The Dark Place

On an episode of Grey's Anatomy (my life obsession) Christina is acting weird and quietly upset and Meredith asks "Are you in the dark place?" She said yes and Meredith said she was there too. I'm in the dark place today. It's hit me hard today that for the past month I haven't been myself. Funny we don't notice that when it's happening. Having a baby was such a huge transition. It's exciting and it's scary as hell. I started to get nervous that I would never get to 'have fun' again. So I started taking on every social oppurtunity possible. Some of them were great and it was fun to just hang out. But last night I went out with friends and stayed out until like 2am. And I left the boyfriend's debit card at the bar. I was irresponsible with someone else's property. Someone I love. I was also incapable of taking care of jax bc I took 3 benadryl to sleep when I got home. Today I woke up to the boyfriend asking for his debit card and it all just kind of hit me. I got this 'what the hell am I doing?' feeling. And i've had that feeling all day. I've missed 3 different appt's in the past month bc I've been too irresponsible to write them down. I've been thinking about the past month and realizing that's not how I want to be. Going out with friends every now and then is fine, I don't think there is anything wrong with that. But I have a child now. And he is the love of my life. And this is where I need to be... With him in my arms. I love him so much and he makes me happier than any party or anything else. I was so scared things were going to change and I wasn't going to 'have a life' anymore. I feel like an idiot bc things have changed, they are supposed to. And I do have a life, it's just a different one. And this life, this life as a mother, is the best possible life in the world.

Ace of Base

Where is my sign? I talked to God tonight for the first time in a while. Like hardcore honest talk. I read Wild At Heart and he talked about God showing him a sign. Maybe it was the book his wife wrote 'Captivated'. Anyways, he asked for a sign from God as he was looking at the water and all of a sudden he saw all of these whales. The same thing happened to his wife ecxept she saw hundreds of starfish. I was talking to Him tonight and I asked Him to please show me a sign that he was there and listening. I asked Him to please give me a shooting star because I was staring at the sky. I waited and waited begging please. Nothing. I needed Him to let me know he was there. And I told Him I know I should just trust that He was there. But I so desperately wanted Him to show it. Now I'm angry at Him for not 'showing up' and I know that is stupid. But if other people get their signs, why can't I?

One-Man Wolfpack

It's tough being the only one of your close friends that has a baby. Sometimes I feel like everyone is living this life without me... Like one day they'll be telling stories about this crazy time they had and everyone is laughing but I won't be a part of that story because I'm at home with the baby. And then the baby looks up at me or makes a funny face while he's sleeping or grabs onto my finger and I realize I have this wonderful life that isn't any less wonderful because I missed out on that crazy time. But still... it's tough. It's hard being the only one. If I had other 'mom friends' it wouldn't be so bad because we could all tell stories about what our child did the other day. I know people that have had babies, but there is nobody here where I live that I'm close to and has a baby. Except my hairdresser. Is it bad that one of the highlights of my life is going to the hair salon so I can have 'mom conversation'? It can get lonely being the only one in this phase of my life. But I'm also not unhappy because I have a child, I'm actually really happy because he is amazing and he is my heart. I just wish I had someone here going through the same thing. He started smiling last week and it completely melts my heart when he smiles. And when I hold him to my chest it feels like he is hugging me. And that melts my heart too. I stare at him all the time. He looks absolutely nothing like me. I thought that would make me sad. But it doesn't at all. I'm just so full of emotions when I look at him that I don't care who he looks like. I just love looking into his eyes. Or watching him breathe. He completes me (Jerry McGuire moment?). I miss my friends, I miss my old life where all I had to worry about was me. But I absolutely love my new life with my son. I guess these feelings are yet another symptom of quarter-life crisis. Transition can be tough. But change is good. Change makes you stronger. And I'm a fan of strength. 

One of Those Days

It's one of those days. I like to think everyone has them sometimes and that it's not just me.  I'm talking about one of those days where you feel completely alone. And this is depressing. It doesn't matter if you are actually in a room by yourself or surrounded by 100 people... the feeling of loneliness is overwhelming. 

Like nobody gets you, nobody understands you, and nobody wants to try to do so. Even though this is not completely true because you know if you called your close friend or maybe even your brother they would listen to you break down... either out of obligation or because they really want to... either way you don't want to do this. Because it is pointless... nothing will make this feeling go away. 

I'm down at the beach which just so happens to be my favorite place in the world. But I can't even force a smile on my face. The boyfriend and I got into a huge fight and he left for Mississippi at 3 in the morning. My family is mad at me because we got into a fight. So that is lonely x's two. My friends are all having their fun at their 4th of July parties. Lonely x's three. 

I sat on the balcony last night with Jax by my side and I watched the fireworks exploding across the bay. They were too far away to hear the loud booms which takes away 50% of the appeal. 

I thought of about 10 different metaphors for the silent fireworks I watched alone that could easily apply to my life. My life isn't bad though... that's what makes this feeling so weird. I felt on top of the world 48 hours ago as I proudly held my son while my parents and the boyfriend smiled in awe at him. Life was great. 

So this feeling has come over me like a case of food poisoning from Wendy's (it's happened twice... beware of the dollar menu) and it is intense. I try and think back on all those times where I sat crying over something that made me feel like my life was over and I would never smile again. After time had passed, each one of those nights is almost worthy of a laugh because they were so insignificant. The situation I had been in whether it had involved a boyfriend, my family, a friend, or just crazy hormones on the bottom of the life roller-coaster, seemed at the time to be the end-all be-all. 

But they never were. So that's what I keep telling myself to make this feeling not seem so freaking important and life-changing. Time will go by, things will work out. Jax will look up at me and smile and it will no doubt force me to smile back. My family will stop being mad at me (because they are family and forgiveness is their job I think). The boyfriend and I will either work it out or not work it out, but either way I'll be ok. And next time I'll make sure I'm where I can hear the fireworks and I'll look back at this day and laugh at how stupid it all was. Right?

COLLEGE

I've been thinking about college a lot lately, another symptom of quarter-life crisis. I think mostly just about how much I miss it. But I also think of things I wish I would have done differently. A lot of people say they wouldn't change a thing and that they learned from each experience. Not me, there are a lot of lessons I would have preferred to go without.

I wish I wouldn't have let my first college crush Blair (yeah, it's a guy with a girl name) break my heart. Because of him and the next crush I refused to date any guy in a fraternity for the rest of my time at college and I feel I missed out on lots of possible great experiences because of this 'fraternity ban'.

I wish I would have gotten more involved in my sorority and gotten to know my sorority sisters better.  It wasn't my first-choice sorority so I was angry at first. But there were so many wonderful girls in it that I became familiar with. I became close to some of them. But none of them became my best friends and that was my fault because I stayed distant. It's weird how much I miss them now, even the ones I barely got to know.

I would have spent more time at the sorority house. I would have gone there just to read a book in a rocking chair on the front porch. I would've hung out on the couch in the sitting room and talked about my day with whoever was around. I miss the smell of the fresh flowers that were always there. I miss the sound of the Crystal Light machines in the dining room. Weird that I miss the smallest things.

I would have drank less.  I had a lot of fun times drinking, but I could've had just as much fun without the pounding of whiskey and beer and better yet I would remember those times instead of having a vague picture of it in my head. And probably feel a lot better the next day.

I would've had more girl friends instead of feeling more comfortable as 'one of the guys'.  I have learned it is so much better to have a good group of girl friends. Man I wish I would have realized that back then.

I would have called my parents more. I wish they could have known more about what was going on in my life. Maybe if they did I wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble. I wish I had been close to them then like I am now.

I would have slept less.  

I would have gone to more campus activities. Sometimes I wouldn't go because I was tired, or  I couldn't find a cute outfit. I wasn't a hermit, I mean I went to things, but I should've gone to a lot more things.

I would have studied abroad one semester.

I would have gone to class more. I never thought I'd say that. But I should have gone more and been more interested in learning. Because now I miss learning.

I would've gotten in less arguments and let more things slide.

I wouldn't have let the opinions of others make me question myself. If a guy didn't like me was it because I wasn't pretty enough or had gained the freshman fifteen, ok freshman twenty? If a girl was talking about me was it because I wasn't popular enough? So stupid, I'm glad I didn't stay like that very long.

I would've spent more time single instead of always having a boyfriend.

I would have gone to every football game instead of staying in bed or being too lazy to find an outfit to wear to the Grove.

I wouldn't have held grudges.

I wouldn't have wasted my entire junior year on the world's biggest asshole boyfriend who I drove to see every week in Little Rock. I gave up my entire life in Oxford because I was constantly gone.  All for a loser. Man that sucks.

I would've gotten involved in student government and been in more clubs.

I would've spent more time working out and eating right. (This is the embarrassing one, but hey I'm being honest) I gained 25-30 pounds my freshman year and kept it on until my junior year. It made me self-conscious and if I would've just been more healthy I would've been a lot happier.  Switching pizza for a salad would've been worth being happier with myself.

I would've been more mature.

I would've spent more time in the Grove.

I would've spent less time alone. I like being alone and having 'me time' but I think I should've spent more time with friends. It's better to have memories with friends than memories of you by yourself.

I wish I could go back and do it all over. I would do it so much better. I miss it a lot but I don't ever really think about it. When I graduated high school I missed it a lot but I never thought about it because I didn't want to be one of those people clinging to the past. But because I never thought about it, a lot of my memories faded. So maybe I will think about college and remember the good times. Because even though I have a long list of things I would've done differently, I had a blast and I have so many great memories. 

It's tough moving on. I don't like not having a class to go to or a test not to cram for. I miss the all-nighters fueled by Red Bull and adderall.  I miss late-night trips with friends to Wal Mart. I miss it all. But I can't miss it too much because that would be a waste of time. I just have to get used to this part of life. Quarter-life. It's time to make new memories. And hopefully when I am in my 30's I won't look back and make a long list beginning with 'I wish I would have...'

Going Somewhere Fast

Four years ago I was behind a broken windshield crashed into a telephone pole because I was drinking and driving. Three years ago I had become a Christian and realized who God is. Two years ago I was living in a tent on the side of a river with a daily habit of smoking weed. Obviously had ditched my relationship with the Creator I had previously fallen in love with. Tonight, I sit here staring at my moving belly realizing that in 3 weeks I will have a baby and my whole life will no longer be about me. 

My life is a roller coaster.

My favorite part of the roller coaster is the part where I met God. That year was the best year of my life. I think about Him a lot. But my mornings don't start off like they used to. I used to wake up and smile and feel Him with me and I'd start my day talking to Him. I won't get into the details of why my days were only like that for a year and a half. Things happen, you lose people, and the world doesn't make sense anymore. Going back to drinking and drugs made me forget the world didn't make sense. 

But here I am now, with this miracle in my belly. At first this miracle was just something I was completely freaked out about, I'm not married, I'm 24 with the maturity level of a 20-year old. I can't have a baby. But now I see this miracle as something that has made me personally grow so much. I've grown up in 8 months. But growing up makes me nervous, I have never liked grown-ups very much. They are all responsible. They don't take risks, They aren't spontaneous. They are,,, boring. I don't want to get boring. I don't think I will though. 

I'm obsessed with writing, it is who I am, it is my escape. But I haven't written in a while. Because I have forgotten who I am. I'm writing now. And I already feel better. Even though I haven't made any sort of point. I still feel better. Maybe I'll make a point next time. Maybe not.