A Look In To My Thoughts On Many, Many Things...

I have always been a huge believer in declaring your birthday a "National Holiday". My birthday is a HUGE deal to me. I've never had an over the top birthday though, that's not really my style (no, I didn't even get a car on my 16th birthday). I'm more focused on enjoying the little things about this special day. It's a day that I can spend time on me, and everyone respects that. Birthdays are exciting; turning a year older, reaching new milestones. It's a day we all look forward to (until you reach a certain age and start wishing time could go backwards). For those of you who don't know, I turned 19 two days ago! Woohoo! Of course, as soon as the month of November came I had already put my birthday on my desk calendar and was counting down the days until the big one-nine (college has also taught me having something to look forward to is extremely good for the soul). The day slowly moved closer and I grew more and more excited. The night before m

*Upon further discussion, the gal pal of mine who was the influence behind this title told me the title is actually from a song, but who doesn't love music* Yesterday morning as I stretched awake from my slumber, I did something I don't hardly ever do, I went straight for my phone. Now this is a little bit out of the norm for me because I don't ever get on my phone as soon as I wake up. I find it leaves me feeling a little cluttered, unfocused, and like I've just wasted a ton a time. But for some reason, that's what I decided to do on a rather wet, cold, and dreary Tuesday morning. Now I can admit I'm glad that I did because it all lead to this blog post. I decided on Twitter that morning. I didn't have class until 11 o'clock and as I had recently learned from my boyfriend, Twitter was like the next Google- you could search anything on there. I figured I'd be saving myself a little more time that would have been wasted had I chosen any other t

*First essay written for my Comp 1 class - I received an A* I had finally made it. I had moved away from home and was settled not only in a new town, but a new state as well. I had received a track scholarship, not exactly at my dream school, but was willing to test the waters at a Junior College in El Dorado, Kansas.             Being from the city of Edmond, where the roofs of the houses are high, but the people’s noses are higher, where we believe Edmond could be it’s own state (even though it’s smaller than Tulsa, Jenks, and even Oklahoma City for that matter) I was not used to the marble-sized town of El Dorado. Not that I’m anything like the people in Edmond, not everybody is. I lived with my mom and our two dogs in a townhouse on the “poor end” of the “rich end” of Edmond; but still. In El Dorado after about 10PM the stoplights changed to a flashing yellow light, the streets resembled the streets of a desolate, abandoned town, and it was silent. Too silent. So far I was

How do you begin a post that you want to be extremely meaningful, full of wit, and to reach three different groups of the now high school seniors, the in-betweeners, and college freshman? Well I guess you do it like this. As I've gone through the transition of a high school graduate, an athlete in search of a permanent commitment, and I college freshman in a "new home", I've realized a lot. A lot that I was never aware of, and a lot I want you to know. To those eager and thriving high school seniors: welcome to what we now love to deem as "adulthood"! As an 18 year old senior, I used the phrase "now that I'm grown" more than I ever needed to (Primarily because I was not- and am still not- grown). This time is most known for "THE CHOICE"! The choice of where, and even if, you will continue your education and begin life on your own. As I look back, I was so excited for this choice. I got accepted to two schools that I'd alw

There's an old hymn and it goes (somewhat) as follows: "This is my story, This is my song." My story. For a long time, that concept ended with a question mark for me. My story? I had no idea. Or even worse, I thought I did. I've always known I was born to do something great. I felt confident that everything I did I would be somewhat successful at because that was (what I thought was) God's plan for my life. Just doing things, being good at them, and furthering His Kingdom along the way. Except it doesn't quite work like that. All throughout high school I was an avid track runner. I trained tirelessly and set goals to work towards each year. And starting from freshman year, I did improve each year. My continually decreasing times proved my growth, strength, speed, and endurance. I was on the road to winning state my senior. I was ranked top 10 in the state just about every year. And I planned on signing to an elite school, because I would be an el

It's 9 AM  on a Thursday morning and I am squeezed onto a bus with 34 other girls headed to Tulsa! There's no better time to be cuddled up next to the bus window and get to writing than right this very moment. This weekend shall be filled with laughter, chatter, and probably a few tears (did I mention I'm with 34 GIRLS?) but none the less this weekend should be one to remember. In between cheering on our basketball teams as they compete for the title of State Champions, I will be running in my first outdoor track meet of my senior year, so this weekend I feel as if I will be put to the ultimate test of strength, faith, and hope and ultimately pushed to my limit. Which is oddly thrilling. Being an 18 year old, trying to figure out what this beautiful life has in store for me can sometimes be overwhelming. Sometimes I feel as if I'm so booked that I am actually supposed to be two places at once (this weekend is a perfect example) and I feel as if I have finally bi

Today marks the very first time to make public anything I have ever written, (which is actually a little scary) and that is why I have chosen the title "The Start of Something New". Like most of my fellow senior classmates, I feel as if each day is leading me closer and closer to something new: college! So I thought why not now? Why not use now to begin the documentation of my life as I change, grow, and learn. It is my everyday hope to positively influence the people around me and what better way to reach even MORE people than a blog! I've had a desire to start a blog since the beginning of this year; however, with my busy schedule filled with what seems to be endless hours of track practice, busy evenings spent working on pageant stuff, and filling out just about every scholarship application I can get my hands on, I just simply never found the time. But with my decision to "start something new" comes my goal of not allowing time to control me, but me contro