on growing up

I am of the belief that there are only two types of people in the world – people whose parents gave them as much ice cream as they wanted when they were kids, and people whose parents limited their ice cream consumption. And maybe also people who don’t like ice cream, but they don’t count because that’s weird. Anyway. I am 22. If someone asked me whether or not it is fun to be a “grown up,” I would probably just say yes. That alternative is a lot easier than telling the truth. In reality though, it can get pretty miserable. Paying bills and driving cars and worrying what people think and how to do things right and how to interact with other humans and adults and environments and apartments and roommates and friends is hard. Balancing every aspect of a crazy life is not easy. I will say this though – if you are the type that had a limit on ice cream intake, an advantage of growing up is that you can eat ice cream for breakfast. As much as you want. It’s not healthy (debatable), but it is delicious. Those people that were allowed to eat as much as they wanted when they were kids have absolutely no reason to grow up. Why move out and pay bills when you can live at home and pig out on the contents of your parents’ freezer and be content with no job or savings or life? I am glad that I could only have two scoops a night, and that there wasn’t always frozen deliciousness available in the freezer. I now have something to look forward to when I come home from work and class and get time to myself to enjoy life and be grown up, eating all the ice cream that I want, because I have earned it. That’s all. Omnomnom.

Birthday pictures! Fun night ^_^

Cara!
boys!
ridiculous picture of Charlie!

 

interregnum and ice cream

There is this word-of-the-day-type thing that gets sent to my cell phone each day. Most of the time the words are very large and don’t mean anything particularly useful or usable to me, so I erase them immediately. The one I received yesterday made me stop and think though:

interregnum: n. the interval between two reigns

As far as life goes, I am currently feeling extremely burnt out. That is why this word seemed to mean something more to me. I know that I am between “things,” but I do not know what exactly those things are yet. I wish school would be over and that I did not have to stay an extra (bonus) semester and that things were just…different. But this is how they are. I made the choices that led me here. I need to trust that I will be led into the next “reign” in my life and not worry about it. I just need to make it through each day.

I have been working through World Vision Act:s’ Lent study and they focus a lot on how blessed we are, with the whole living -in-America thing. A lot of the world lives in poverty. There are a lot of slaves. Human slaves. In 2011. This fact should break the hearts of people in our country, but it gets ignored.

A lot of the world doesn’t wake up and drink a 2-litre of mountain dew and eat a box of Tastykake mini donuts for breakfast (actually, I might be the only one in the world who does that).

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Anyway, I think I am just saying that I have a lot. Even when I think I don’t. And even when I’m struggling to get through each month because I’m stranded in an apartment that I didn’t ever plan to be in (that I was blessed to even get).

It comes down to these choices that I make. “You are the only one who is looking out for you” – I have been told that this is reality, but it is incredibly depressing to think about life that way. Moving onward towards whatever this next phase of my life might be, I know that I have forgiveness for my previous strife – Matthew 6:14-15. I am a work in progress.

Pictures! These are from winter session and I never posted them anywhere yay:

winter session #1
KJ, Karen, and Cara yay
winter session #2
Bekcy and Jessie!

 

Also, I turn 22 this week. That will be weird.

Also also, I have watched four-and-a-half seasons of Dr. Who since January. It is amazing. Excited for the new season soon yay ^.^