I feel like I’ve just been handed a present, that I’ve opened and inside is a paper that sais all of your wildest dreams are about to come true. So what I’m talking about here is college. And if you’re still wondering I’ll explain more. In school I was always one to assume I was bad at everything, so I hated it, I didn’t put in much effort, except my sophomore year of high school when I decided I wanted to go to UC San Diego and somehow managed a 4.0. But eventually my school adrenaline ran out and I was back to thinking eh! School’s not for me. My senior year I dropped my two hardest classes and put just enough effort in to graduate. Then I went to a little bit of community college and again dropped my hardest classes then decided I’ll just do basketball and art. I’ve actually had a fun exiting last five years getting to travel and see the world living on a hospital ship, making many life long friends who I am absolutely in love with and adore , then joining this incredible ministry that I’m in now, in which I feel a bond with a family of people who have touched my life in such a way that I feel that even if I leave for a time my heart will still be here.
In the last few years various friends have helped me to realize that skill is not a you either have it or you don’t kind of thing, it takes effort to obtain skill, and I have been having desires to learn many things like painting and musical instruments and dance, but never have I realized how much I love to write until recently. And all of a sudden I have had a strong desire to go back to school, to take advantage of what I had and never realized I would have loved so much. College has been strongly on my mind, and the more I think about it the more excited I get.
These are my school ponderings, not even detracting from my carpe diem for Christ realization. On that subject, I have been so enjoying cooking in the kitchen here. The other day I was making biscuits and as I was stirring the dough my arm started to burn. (you know my guns, don’t worry, I had the safety on) and I got so happy cause it felt so little house on the prairie-ish. I’ve always had a thing for wanting to learn how to do everything from scratch, like churning my own butter. I haven’t actually learned that yet but I have learned how to make yogurt, and that excites me to no end. So I feel know that my flow of thoughts are kind of getting out of control and what I actually need to do is go to bed. Love ya’ll.