Wishful Thinking

I wish...that I would not be tied down by a job. Working full time is tough. Especially when it's not something you are passionate about. Not that I don't think homelessness isn't a big deal, because it is don't get me wrong. I just wish for something that isn't so overwhelming all the time. I wish I could sit in my house and create little gems of crafty art like these:







Once I started searching etsy.com for these stuffed animals, it made me realize how much I missed this:

Friday

As I sit here on Beth's couch and eat part of a Hershey's bar, I reminisce about the evening's activities. After much anticipation and almost an anxiety attack while waiting in traffic I arrived at the IMAX theater to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D! It was magical. The rest of the night consisted of blaring the Glee soundtrack and singing along loudly in the car while taking an extra spin around the block. Games were played, made up of "Psychiatrist," riddles and balloon volleyball.

Now I get to go to bed and not have to hit snooze in the morning! I can hear an angel's chorus singing.

Privilege

What does it mean to have privilege?

I am a volunteer that doesn't make much money and can't afford anything extravagant. BUT, I have a house with my own room, groceries, health insurance - everything taken care of. I don't need anything else. I am also able to take myself out of this in 6 months. It's not like I'm living in this perpetual downward spiral where I look at myself in the mirror every morning and try to think of reasons why I'm proud to be part of my race. I'm a temporary guest of this poverty, one foot in the movie and the other in the audience watching. Or maybe it's 1/4 and 3/4 ratio. That might still be too generous.

Not that life is an easy journey, or that everything's always been peachy. I have been so blessed with the family I am part of and the education I've gotten in my life. With these advantages I am able to make choices. I used to think that options weren't something I wanted a lot of, because that just makes it harder to decide in the end. But I am so fortunate to be able to decide something that will affect my life even if it's as insignificant as what I want to wear in the morning.

I can choose.

I am affected by and learn from the people I am surround by at work, in the neighborhood, in the city. I've had some run-ins with locals and my first thoughts used to be and sometimes still are "you are crazy," or "why do you act this way?" And I can only conclude that it's part of their nature, of survival. I don't have to look in the mirror and think of reasons why I'm proud to be a white person, it's just second nature, something I don't have to think twice about.

Oh, life. Why must you be the way you are?

I am lucky to be the individual that I am. No one can choose who or when they will be born. I am learning how privileged I truly am.

Confessions of a Socially Acceptable Twenty-Something White Girl

There are a few things I’ve been thinking about and have come to terms with. First, bad coffee is very easy to find. Not many people understand the importance of a good cup of joe. There’s a lot that goes into making a delectable drink that many don’t understand, and I have just begun to myself.

Second, free books=almost heaven! I love books. Period. Free ones are even better. Even if I don’t get through reading them, I just love what books are. Knowledge, entertainment, an escape from reality for a short bit of time, or more reality than one will truly know. “The Book Thing,” has become a very sacred place for me. Anyone is welcome to come in and pick out any number of books they desire, and leave a few of their old ones. Or not. I’ve tried to limit myself so that I’m not bogged down with literature, and have successfully done so I would say. So many books, so little time.

These revelations lead up to my third and final confession: I fit the profile for stuff white people like very well. If you check out the link to the website, you can see how accurate this statement is coming from my perspective (I agree with most in some way or another). Then you can decide for yourself if these allegations are correct. I usually feel like a poser, but I’ve come to accept that this it’s a generational thing and society has a lot of power when it comes to cultural preferences. Yes, I am a white person. Yes, I am not that original. Yes, I am at peace about it.

I wish I knew Origami.

Current. In a Second, Not-So-Current.

Dear blogging world,

Fear not, I have not abandoned you. I'm just not as disciplined as I used to be.

When I think of what I want to write, nothing forms in my mind that makes sense enough to write down in words. But here is my attempt to produce something that's important enough to inform all of you about.

It's funny how life keeps changing and God keeps working even when I'm not aware. Or maybe too aware that I don't notice the little things anymore. It's been 6 months (give or take a few days), since beginning this journey of not just MVS, but life after college - entering into the "real" world. It keeps coming and going. Time is such a fickle thing. Here one second and gone the next, so you might as well enjoy it.

Some news to update on is as follows, in order:

1. I love to dress in 80s garb and dance.

2. Joining Small Groups is a great way to get to know others and enjoy a good read.

3. LOST is more insane than ever.

4. This weekend will consist of a road trip to C-ville, VA to see great friends.

5. I am going to attend a free Community Crochet class where I'll learn how to make plastic bags into yarn, creating either a rug or "reusable" shopping bag, or both!

These are most of the things that my life consists of in the current moments of this week. I can't make promises, but I do hope to keep more up-to-date with this whole "updating my blog."