Be.

I wonder what it's like to be God. One minute I'm running around like a beheaded chicken, the next I'm amazed at what He provides.

I was going through my budget because now I'm a big girl with a real job and real debt. As a desperate act, I decided to cut out Netflix before my next billing cycle. I love Netflix. Even though they decided to raise prices by 60% and I am a terribly cheap person, I still remained a faithful subscriber. Alas, the Bank of North Dakota does not understand my needs. 

There I was, staring angrily at my budget. Why did I go to such a ridiculously expensive university? Why am I not a billionaire? Or at least someone who can afford groceries without donating plasma?

I opened up my email and voila! I had a housekeeping job. 

I am glad that I went to such a ridiculously expensive university. I cherish so many of those friendships even though they now live about 13 hours away from me. I am not a billionaire because then I wouldn't be the weird cheapskate that I am. And I love donating plasma.

Something I've been trying to learn (for seemingly my whole life) is to be still and know that He is God.

Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know.
Be still.
Be.

Memories

Memories have a way of suddenly overwhelming you. One minute you are drying a spatula, the next, you're trampled by all of these events that you were hoping you had repressed. Nope, no chance of that happening. I want to blame it on something. But even as I write this I can't think of one single thing to blame it on, other than dishes being boring. I'm not going to delve into the details, because, well frankly, that's not my style. I like to keep my life semi-private. Despite my incessant and narcissistic postings on social media. I shall forever be an introvert. (For a great article on myths of introverts click here.)

I think God wants me to really deal with all of my emotions. I tend to try to just set it aside. Bottle it up. I thought I was done with that. Eesh. I had several months of therapy after I broke off my engagement and while that did help, I still have my issues. Like guilt. My good friend Joy asked me on the train back in September how I am dealing with it. I kind of shrugged off the question. 

I'm working on giving things up to God. (It seems like I say this every three months.) It's a work in progress. He needs to work in me. And for that to happen, I need to spend a lot more time with Him than I usually do.

This might not make sense to anyone. If so, I apologize - hopefully I can pull together my thoughts for a real post.

Employed!

I'm a freelance writer for The Examiner.
I submitted my first article today. Click here to see it. Since I get paid by my audience number, I'd appreciate as much traffic as possible. I'm just a poor 20-something trying to pay off school loans.

Bemidji

Mom and I went to Bemidji, MN at the beginning of August. I finally edited and tagged all the pictures.  This is what happens when you are sick and don't feel up to simple things like standing, much less cleaning or cooking.

At Villa Calma, our amazing bed and breakfast. 

We were able to stop along the way and take pictures. 

 Headwaters at the Mississippi River! Crazy how a huge river starts out so small.

Crocheted tree.

Exciting, terrifying.

So I'm at a very exciting and terriying time in my life currently.


I recently was offered a job position as a nanny in Jackson, Mississippi. I was ecstatic! Turns out that wasn't God's plan for me. The family was one of the sweetest I have ever met. I loved them and their church; I am so glad to have had the opportunity to gain some more dear friends. But it left me with more questions than answers after I got back home. After I did, I finally caught up on my sleep and slept for 13 hours straight. I think it's safe to say that I hadn't completely recovered from my jet-lag.


I haven't had time since I returned from England to go through pictures. Now that I have some free time, I'm hoping to blog more and take/edit pictures on a more frequent basis. Also, since I'm poor, I added advertisements to the side of my blog. Please click on them and make me rich ;)


Anyway, exciting. Absolutely anything can happen right now. I could be headed to Africa for an adventure. I could discover Prince Charming on my back steps. I could be offered a photo job. But I'll just keep busy and wait to see what God decides to do.


Terrifying. The vast amount of school loans are looming. I have some money saved up and I'm cleaning several houses locally. Not exactly the makings of a debt-free life. Will I mooch off my parents until the economy improves? I hope not. Time to write the next great American novel.

The Help

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

Yesterday I went to the theatre with my mom to see The Help. There was a bit of language in the beginning. Nothing too severe, but probably not something you want to bring your kids to see. 

I didn't really know much about The Help. I hadn't even seen a trailer for it. My mom really wanted to go and I thought, what the heck, why not? After all, it takes place in the 60s. If it bombs, at least I get to look at pretty dresses for two hours. Wow, I was wrong. It is one of the most powerful movies I have ever seen. It had me laughing and crying almost simultaneously. 

It brought to light some shocking things which I had never realized (the 'help' not being allowed to use the same toilet as the whites because they had "different diseases.")

Not only is this film phenomenal because of it's story, but most of the characters had so much growth. When I was first introduced to what I thought was going to be a flighty, ditzy character, I was annoyed. However, I found her character to be very entertaining. She grew. The ditz isn't often given a chance in movies. 

Get off your butt right now and go to a theatre.  And invite me!

Stop reading, get out of here. Run, don't walk. 

And ask about the origin of your pie.

Ever-frightening