It would be ridiculous of me to even try to write about every that has happened in the last 3 months. College has been a whirlwind of friends, fun, not fun, homework, good food, bad food, sleep, theatre, movies, music, learning, tears, and laughter. It's almost poetic how much I've grown, how much I've learned about myself, and how much I've changed. I feel like a such a diferent person. Writing about it would have been good and smart, but this 3 month lag is what happens when you're required to keep a journal on your life for english class! I don't feel I have time for both. And I get graded on one. Now that winter is setting in I'm feeling especially like a melancholy. Deep, thoughtful, creative, a little nostalgic. I believe I spend more time thinking in one week of winter than I do for the entire of summer. Perhaps because my brain is in learning mode, or perhaps because I'm surrounded by my favorite things in winter and I find my self comfortable to think. The truth on that is ambiguous. I do love winter though. I mean I could live without temperatures that make my face hurt and slipping on ice, but thats only just now starting, so winter and I are still in the romantic obsessive phase of our relationship. I love the coziness of the season mostly. Sweaters, blankets, fires, hot drinks and foods, movies, snow, lights, the spirit of the world during the Christmas season. It's beautiful. There's a reason there's so many Christmas movies.
I am on Thanksgiving break right now and I am over the moon with joy about it. I was feeling so burned out and ready for a break. Even only 5 days. I'm only on my second day of break right now and I already feel more relaxed and myself. And Christmas break is just over the horizon! We go back to school Monday for a full week of papers, tests, and homework that may or may not be over due, but the week after that is finals week and then we're done for a full month! I'm so very grateful for it too :) A true blessing!
I"m in a unique place relationally right now. Some of my friendships are stuggling, some are stagnant, some are prospering, all are at a turning point. Life is a true adventure, moving so fast and so slow. I'm still figuring out who I am, and I'm really really enjoying it. I'm happy right now. I'm learning about coping through strife, which is building my character. And I'm working hard to depend solely on God, sometimes easy, sometimes not so much. I'm excited to see what happens next.
Word came through in a letter,
One of us changing our minds.
You won't need to guess who, since I usually do,
Not send letters to me that are mine.
I told you I saw this coming,
That I'd practically packed up my things.
Was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine but,
All honesty knows, I wasn't ready, no.
And so here we go bluebird,
Back to the sky on your own.
Oh let him go bluebird,
Ready to fly,
You and I,
Here we go.
Here we go.
This pair of wings worn and rusted,
From to many years by my side.
They can carry me swear to be,
Sturdy and strong but see,
Turning them on still means goodbye.
And so here we go bluebird,
Gather your strength and rise up.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Ready to fly,
You and I,
Here we go.
Here we go...
