I really like falling asleep, or waking up, to rain. Today is a rainy day and I'm thankful. It seems to well with my mood, or maybe my mood goes well with the rain. I've felt pretty mellow the last few days. I finished the last test on Monday of our first round in nursing school of tests, papers, and major assignments. I've made it through, but definitely more sleep deprived than I've been in a while. I didn't have an early class today, so I was able to sleep in to the late hour of 8. And woke up intermittently through the night to the rain.
It's been a good last week. Not easy, but good. I've been wrestling with some tough questions, none of which I've answered. I've connected with some great people. I've come across some neat opportunities to get involved in my community. I'm learning more about God, life, and myself. I'm feeling myself letting go, a little, of the fight I've realized I've been engaging in to not fully embrace my life here.
Monday night I was driving home and passed by an accident. It really effected me, though, because it involved a cyclist and it was in the intersection I ride my bike through everyday on my way to school. It made me wonder who was responsible. It made me ask if I am cautious enough in that intersection. It's really quite a dangerous one, in part by the way it's designed and in part because people aren't careful and don't pay attention to pedestrians. I'm not sure if the guy made it. It didn't look good.
I talked to my grandpa for a while last night. I love my dad's dad. He's a farmer from Wisconsin, but has had a fairly interesting life. He is a hero of the faith for me. He always has a way of challenging me and making me think. We don't see eye to eye on everything, and there are things he doesn't know about me that I'm sure if he did he wouldn't be pleased. We talked a lot about how I'm transitioning to life here and how I miss SF. He reminded me that I don't have to know my specific purpose to really engage and be content with where I'm geographically and situationally located in life. He challenged me that maybe I'm not considering that my purpose for being here may not even be directly for me but for others' benefit.
I'm going to SF on Friday for a long weekend. I'm really looking forward to the break from school, from Atlanta, and from my routine that hasn't yet seemed like a legitimate routine. I'm really excited about seeing everyone and restoring some of what has been lost. But most of all, I'm praying that it's a time for me to continue to process and answer some of these questions that have come up in the last few weeks and that I'd have a renewed passion.
On a side note, my friend Mandie tagged me to post the 4th photo from my 4th photo file. I'm not sure what my 4th photo file is, but I'm just going to pull it from the 4th file in order from the way they're organized in my "my photos" folder. Here it is. Enjoy...
It's been a good last week. Not easy, but good. I've been wrestling with some tough questions, none of which I've answered. I've connected with some great people. I've come across some neat opportunities to get involved in my community. I'm learning more about God, life, and myself. I'm feeling myself letting go, a little, of the fight I've realized I've been engaging in to not fully embrace my life here.
Monday night I was driving home and passed by an accident. It really effected me, though, because it involved a cyclist and it was in the intersection I ride my bike through everyday on my way to school. It made me wonder who was responsible. It made me ask if I am cautious enough in that intersection. It's really quite a dangerous one, in part by the way it's designed and in part because people aren't careful and don't pay attention to pedestrians. I'm not sure if the guy made it. It didn't look good.
I talked to my grandpa for a while last night. I love my dad's dad. He's a farmer from Wisconsin, but has had a fairly interesting life. He is a hero of the faith for me. He always has a way of challenging me and making me think. We don't see eye to eye on everything, and there are things he doesn't know about me that I'm sure if he did he wouldn't be pleased. We talked a lot about how I'm transitioning to life here and how I miss SF. He reminded me that I don't have to know my specific purpose to really engage and be content with where I'm geographically and situationally located in life. He challenged me that maybe I'm not considering that my purpose for being here may not even be directly for me but for others' benefit.
I'm going to SF on Friday for a long weekend. I'm really looking forward to the break from school, from Atlanta, and from my routine that hasn't yet seemed like a legitimate routine. I'm really excited about seeing everyone and restoring some of what has been lost. But most of all, I'm praying that it's a time for me to continue to process and answer some of these questions that have come up in the last few weeks and that I'd have a renewed passion.
On a side note, my friend Mandie tagged me to post the 4th photo from my 4th photo file. I'm not sure what my 4th photo file is, but I'm just going to pull it from the 4th file in order from the way they're organized in my "my photos" folder. Here it is. Enjoy...
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Glad you made it through! I'm starting to have my own "contentment" issues...we might be moving to who knows where and well I'm struggling with that. Anyways, have a great trip to SF and we'll talk when you get back :)
well, you look great in it. that might be why.
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