She Thinks She's Witty

I'm almost 25 and I feel like I'm just finally starting to understand the tip of the iceberg of what it means to be an "adult." It's as if I'm just starting to grow up, things are starting to click, and I'm viewing the world with brand new "older" eyes. Things I'm working on to better myself: -stopped using Splenda -decided to actually commit to being a full on Pesceterian -clean my room more -burn candles -get exercise -don't eat excess sugar, sweets, etc.  -watch portion  control -get outside/off my butt more -take responsibility -take leadership -say yes when I realize the only reason not to is because I'm scared -say no when I just can't or don't want to do something -tell people the honest truth, be honest about my feelings -reform old friendships -write cards to people I'm sure there's much more to work on, but that's the start. Next I just have to figure out where I'm living and...

Since I've never made it through Lent doing something the whole time before, I'm not quite sure now, what comes next. I thought maybe it would be good to reflect on my experience. Here are a few of my observations from my writings throughout Lent: It was really hard, at least at first, to not edit, fix, check grammar, or write a disclosure about my prayers. I wanted to clarify what I was thinking or justify my thoughts. Edit it to sound better or be more appropriate. But Rachel Hackenburg, the writer of the book I used, Writing to God, warns against this from the very start. I had to trust that these prayers were between God and me and even when I wasn't the most eloquent  he knew what I meant at the heart of the prayer. Some days, the prompt prayer that was provided was simply...nice. Other days, I was either Too happy to be sad when that's what the prayer suggested or too melancholy and stressed to be happy... Then, there were the days when I was bursting w...

I dreamed a dream of ghosts and men Of things that have and should have been. I dreamed of fear and lost little girls with white frilly dresses and ghostly white curls. I dreamed she was scared and needed my help So without blinking an eye or giving a yelp I took her cold little hand and headed upstairs Underneath the noses of my peers and their glares. No one could see, only just me And I don't say that with any kind of glee. For the task that was before me was no easy feat, Though there were no scary monsters or vampires to beat. I must take this little girl back to her mother But a mother who was not like any other. A ghostly white lady was the mother of this child And I can tell you her temperament was far beyond mild. You might think an angry mother bear is to fear But a mother stuck between there and here Is someone I wouldn't want to mess with on a good day Let alone one who's lost her baby. She gave a scream and I gave her one back Whe...

I just wanted to say that I did make it through all of Lent with only missing my devos once. On Good Friday, it was 12:35am by the time I remembered to do my devotions for the day. They didn't get put up on my blog until now because I was away and didn't have very good internet access. Anyway, here are the missing devos. Hope everyone had a Happy Easter! Day 38 Scripture : Revelation 21:22-23 Images of God Word Web Day 39 Scripture : Luke 6:20-26 Teacher Jesus, your teachings are so wonderful. They would create a great and mighty nation under you if only we would let them. Please help us to understand your teachings and give us the courage to carry them out in your name. Amen. Day 40 Scripture : Psalm 51 Haiku Happy Procrastination I just can't make myself go Get me going, God! You know that is one of the things I struggle with most, God. Thank you for helping me and please help me do better in the ...