I need to just accept that I don't have or make the time to post on a blog. Ironic in the fact that I love to write as well as capture moments, but probably better that I don't capture every single one so that I can actually just live them.
Last week, I returned from an amazing senior year spring break trip to Disney World and the Caribbean with five great friends, only one of whom I really knew freshman year. If you asked me last year who I'd be spending my break with, it wouldn't have been them. But things change, life happens, and you meet some pretty amazing people. Now, we're talking about having a 10 or 15 year reunion...on a cruise. Funny how life surprises you.
But what can I tell you without going to my usual essay format of a blog? It's March 13...which means that I graduate in about two months.
Am I scared? Excited? Ready? I'm feeling a multitude of feelings, and I can't exactly pinpoint what they are. They accumulate to some sort of happiness. Not forced, or fake, but happiness in the fact that I'm pleased with my life and excited for what's to come next.
I talked on the phone with my parents yesterday. Many topics came up, but a bulk of it was dedicated to summer plans, future plans, plans before my full year in Santiago, Chile. Did you book your flight home yet? Exactly how are you going to get all your stuff back home? What do you, Jules and Lauren want to do when they come to visit?
I'm close to my parents, and even though we don't text or talk every single day, I feel so lucky sometimes. Lucky that I am so close with them. That they understand I'm a busy gal but know that I think of them all of the time. That they let me explore life, with some suggestion and direction, but never with a how-to guide.
Which inspires me to share this Youtube video and article with you. Some pretty inspiring words dealing with fame. A 24-year old father from California sings Home- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros with his 6 year old daughter. Enjoy.
This post didn't exactly turn out to be as short as I wanted it to. But then again, when does life go as planned? Changing things up...and for the better. Then again, isn't it about time?
Life is always good, in purple and gold.
No comments:
Post a Comment