Monday, June 4, 2012

Requisite Birthday Post


            Let’s not even talk about how much I worked out last week. Because it wasn’t never but it also wasn’t three times. Instead, let’s talk about how I just turned twenty-three. I like twenty-three so far. Twenty-two wasn’t all that great, and when some friends asked me the high and low of my year, I had a hard time deciding either. I had a conversation a few months ago with Mary-Kate, and she told me her first year after college was the hardest she’s been through. It makes sense.
            The most trying thing for me has been feeling unstable. My senior year was ridiculously great and because of that I wasn’t really challenged. All my friends, save one or two, were a pleasant walk away, school didn’t stress me out, I had it all figured out. Twelve months later it’s just not so anymore. Friendships have become hard work. Worthwhile, but hard. Nothing really felt natural when I moved here and I had to relearn how to run my life. But as difficult as it has been, and regardless of the fact that I’m still transitioning, I have learned a great deal in the last year. Lessons that I didn’t want to learn, didn’t think I needed to learn, and plenty that I’m still learning each day. It sucks. But it’s so incredible at the same time. Because hello, Meg, God is supposed to be your stability.
This weekend brought together new friends and old. I was blown away by how my friends loved me and traveled just to sit with me on the couch or lay out at the pool. I have so much more appreciation for my family and how good they are at loving me from far away. It takes a special kind of parent to raise a child who still feels cherished each day, even though she lives four hours from home. I love the family God has given me, and the friends He surrounds me with who make me feel special.
Enough of that. How bout some thoughts from the brain of a crazy (me). Char thoughts:
- When did I start taking myself so seriously? Ew – It ALWAYS storms on me in the produce section of Kroger – When the armpit holes of your top are just a little too small :( - I wish you could pay for cable based on the number of shows you watch per week. Like pay as you go cable – It freaks me out a little bit when the tv is off but the cable is still on. What’s going on that I can’t see… -  This was kind of a downer post. Sorry I'm not sorry. My heart's smiling though!