I remember when grape was my favorite flavor of candy.
Now it's gross.
When did I decide that?
Circumstance. Life. Just changes so quickly.
How fast we fall from innocence.
One day we wake up and we're craving adventure.
The next we're all grown up.
Or maybe we haven't grown up.
We just like other flavors of life more.
I'm still discovering what it's like to be a "grown up".
I have the feeling that a sign of finally leaving adolescence behind is when I'm actually prepared for the weather.
And when I actually know what I'm doing.
but I think we all just wing it till we're gone.
Just embracing life.
yep. growing up.
The learning curve is steep.
I'm enjoying this crazy fun ride.
I'm also wondering if you can grow up but still have that child like awe about you. I think you can. My life fluctuates wildly between crushing responsibilities and unbridled childlike enthusiasm for coloring books. Adventure is all around. Even if we need to be a little more serious at times.
A little over a year ago (that doesn't even feel real.) I moved to Provo. Left everything I've ever known for this wonderful adventure.
I've had loads of firsts.
From avocados to kisses.
I've seen how God shapes lives. How he lets us help others and others help us.
How working for something gives it so much more meaning, and that's why we aren't just handed the answers to the math problem, history essay or trials.
That sometimes a gentle, "no" really is the best answer because it takes us to such greater places.
I understand so much more that sometimes we just gotta hang on and laugh. It's never going to be like this again and when I look back I want to remember how great every day is and that, as Rebecca would say, we're just young wild and free. And that we are. So hard. So wonderful.
It's been a time to develop interests. Hobbies. Pursuits.
It is a time to enjoy. Good good music. Good people. Lazy days in the sun. Talking all night. The fleetingness of everything around you.
I get to choose where I am and I don't have to be anywhere I don't want. Now if I don't want to go to history does it mean I shouldn't go based on this principle? no. My grade would likely suffer. But if I do go, I'll receive a better grade, and maybe learn to appreciate something.
Same thing with friends. I don't always want to participate in the activity... like swimming when it's 63 degrees out side... but end up having the most fun in the world and gaining awesome relationships out of somewhere I didn't initially want to be.
I suppose it would be better stated; I am not stuck. The history class will end. And I can go make new friends. Or move apartments. We have to experience the bitter to know joy, right?
I've seen tenacity of the human spirit.
and the bliss.
Circumstance. Life. Just changes so quickly.
How fast we fall from innocence.
One day we wake up and we're craving adventure.
The next we're all grown up.
Or maybe we haven't grown up.
We just like other flavors of life more.
I'm still discovering what it's like to be a "grown up".
I have the feeling that a sign of finally leaving adolescence behind is when I'm actually prepared for the weather.
And when I actually know what I'm doing.
but I think we all just wing it till we're gone.
Just embracing life.
yep. growing up.
The learning curve is steep.
I'm enjoying this crazy fun ride.
I'm also wondering if you can grow up but still have that child like awe about you. I think you can. My life fluctuates wildly between crushing responsibilities and unbridled childlike enthusiasm for coloring books. Adventure is all around. Even if we need to be a little more serious at times.
A little over a year ago (that doesn't even feel real.) I moved to Provo. Left everything I've ever known for this wonderful adventure.
I've had loads of firsts.
From avocados to kisses.
I've seen how God shapes lives. How he lets us help others and others help us.
How working for something gives it so much more meaning, and that's why we aren't just handed the answers to the math problem, history essay or trials.
That sometimes a gentle, "no" really is the best answer because it takes us to such greater places.
I understand so much more that sometimes we just gotta hang on and laugh. It's never going to be like this again and when I look back I want to remember how great every day is and that, as Rebecca would say, we're just young wild and free. And that we are. So hard. So wonderful.
It's been a time to develop interests. Hobbies. Pursuits.
It is a time to enjoy. Good good music. Good people. Lazy days in the sun. Talking all night. The fleetingness of everything around you.
I get to choose where I am and I don't have to be anywhere I don't want. Now if I don't want to go to history does it mean I shouldn't go based on this principle? no. My grade would likely suffer. But if I do go, I'll receive a better grade, and maybe learn to appreciate something.
Same thing with friends. I don't always want to participate in the activity... like swimming when it's 63 degrees out side... but end up having the most fun in the world and gaining awesome relationships out of somewhere I didn't initially want to be.
I suppose it would be better stated; I am not stuck. The history class will end. And I can go make new friends. Or move apartments. We have to experience the bitter to know joy, right?
I've seen tenacity of the human spirit.
and the bliss.
Growing up involves refocusing thought.
Learning how to communicate better.
And understanding that I'm not perfect, and it's okay. Everyone has bloopers
Powerful words, when you think about them.
Okay is an endorsement. A validation. Something we all crave.
It's a permission to live.
so. here is my permission.
go. be. love.
color a picture, find adventure, and try all those flavors of life with me. will ya?
so. here is my permission.
go. be. love.
color a picture, find adventure, and try all those flavors of life with me. will ya?
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