Un-Inspired

Usually, my blog posts have a theme or moral. Sometimes they are funny (at least, that’s what I’d like to think).

Lately, I really haven’t had any themes in my life. Nothing is really all that hilarious.

It’s not that my life has been dull. My summer has been really nice! I’ve been reading and working and getting to hang out with the people that matter to me, time uses that I don’t always get to at college. I’ve also been writing.

Truly, though, I’ve just been searching. Searching for the meaning of life, the answers to my questions, blah blah blah. I’ve always been a curious girl, but sometimes it sort of takes over…I just have all these questions that NEED to be answered. It can be really interesting.

It is also a bit scary to people who don’t know me that well.

So while I haven’t really blogged because I am un-inspired, it isn’t that I am bored with life or that I am sick of my blog. I’ve been searching for answers. I’ve been writing. I’ve been unpacking my school things.

What does this all have to do with anything?

Well, nothing really.

I am just searching for answers and I thought you should know that I haven’t found all the answers (or inspiration, for that matter).

A Role Model to Remember

My Gramma was someone I want to grow up to be.

She would wake up at 5am and pray for a few hours of the morning. My Gramma would pray for me. She would pray for whatever I was trying to attain, whether it was the A Team in hockey or the RA position at college. She would pray and pray and pray. 

I want to learn to pray like she did. 

My Gramma read her Bible a lot. She marked it up. She memorized verses and knew the main ideas of passages of scripture.

I want to memorize the verses in the Bible. I want to read it enough to understand the main ideas. Just like my Gramma. I didn’t quite realize it while she was alive, but my Gramma is one of the best role models I ever had. I can’t stop thanking God for the gift of her memory. I also can’t stop crying, even right now.

Her memory is so special even though her recent death hurts.

My Gramma spread the word of God. She wasn’t ashamed of her beliefs or of her devout faith. She knew what she was about and that was God. My Gramma always had the right thing to say when it came to nuggets of wisdom from the Bible.

I want to have that kind of strong faith. I want to follow Jesus without doubt and be bold with my faith. 

My Gramma valued family. She took the time to learn what was new with each of us. She sent her grandkids letters. She called her kids. She gave us gifts. She was so very generous, giving us bags full of things she had picked up for us each time we saw her. She cut out newspaper articles she thought would interest us.

I want to take the time for family. I want to be generous.

My Gramma always looked for the good in people. When people were around her, they always seemed to be on their best behavior, trying to live up to the good my Gramma saw in them. 

I want to bring out the good in people.

I want to be just like my Gramma, a true child of God. My Gramma is someone I can aspire to be like. Her life left me a memory far sweeter than anything that can be bought.

 

 

 

 

My Gramma truly was a Role Model to Remember.

 

 

Official Haircut Story

“It’s not going to look exactly like the picture since your hair is different.”

“I know.”

Cut. Cut. Cut.

“I’m super excited for this,” My hairdresser added.

“Me too!” I replied for what was probably the fifth time. Get over it already!

Chop chop chip.

“You have a cowlick so your bangs will be different in the front.”

“Okay.” Wait. I have a cowlick? WHAT THE HECK. I thought that was one of those something the guys had but girls didn’t. No more ignorance is bliss for this girl, I have a COWLICK.

Buzz buzz buzz. So this is why guys like getting haircuts with the razor blade. Pretty cool.

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And so it was done, one of my more dramatic hair transformations although definitely not the first. I saw the haircut on a girl I met and asked if I could take some pictures. And wholah, I now have a “new me”, as one of my professors so kindly put it.

Most people like it. My Dad told me that “It will grow back”. One of my friends asked if he, once he became a bird, could live in my hair. Flattering. (I told him I would consider his application.) 

Most people don’t recognize me. People I don’t know look at it for a while, with the whole helper-skelter thing going one, since one side is longer. 

It was a good choice-I absolutely love it! I can look in the mirror and see someone else. I can feel bold and different in a good way.

This is the point in a story where my Mom would ask, “What did you learn?”

I learned a lesson that I’ve learned before and will probably have to learn again. I learned that when I want to do something, I should just do it and not think about what people will think.

I wasn’t really expecting all that many people to like it, but they did. Or, if they didn’t really like it, they at least respected the boldness associated with something so different. They commented on my daring.

And that, my friends, is my Official Haircut Story. 

What if money was no object?

Recently, a friend posted this video. I watched it and it made me evaluate what I was doing with my life.

It made me think, something that most Youtube videos fail to do.

What if money really was not an object? What would I do?

I am not here to answer these questions, as I am just a college student trying to find my way in life. I am posing these questions for you.

Really, what would you do?

I challenge you to watch the video. To think. To answer those questions.

I know I am sometimes tempted to switch into a major that I don’t like just so that I would make more money. Then, I remember that I wouldn’t want to do something I don’t like for the rest of my life.

I remember that God has a plan for me and when I trust in him, I trust in him for everything. I remember that life isn’t about the money or power. It’s about God. It’s about relationships and being happy.

The theme came up again when I jokingly asked for advice about college from an older student today. He took me quite seriously and went through a lot of advice that was actually helpful.

Something he said, that stuck out to me, was, “Make sure you are doing things for the right reasons.” He added that he is passionate about the things he is involved in.

He did not, however, mention anything about doing things for money.

Funny, that.

I plan to periodically ask myself if I am doing things for the right reasons and not for the money. I will ask myself if I am following God and not some random whim.

You see, I want to take that advice and do things I am passionate about.

What about you? Will you trust in God and follow his path for you? Will you do the things you are passionate about?

“You Don’t Need Makeup”

Every girl seems to have heard the line, “You don’t need makeup,” whether it was when the girl was buying it or applying it. I’ve even heard songs that use a similar line.

I agree, girls don’t need makeup. But, there are very few things in life that we actually NEED. What about those nice sunglasses? That fancy car? The huge house?

So, yes, girls don’t need makeup.

But there are plenty of reasons to have it…check out this list.

1. Makeup often makes people look prettier. (Note that it has to be done right for said effect…)

2. Makeup is a purchasable item, buying it helps the economy go ’round. (Just think of how much blank empty space there would be when you take the makeup sections out of stores like Target and Walmart….or when you put Ulta out of business.)

3. Have you seen some someone break out with zits and whatnot? Covering it with a little makeup never hurt anyone.

4. Putting on makeup is like painting. You know, the whole “My face is a canvass” idea.

5. Makeup is relaxing. I love my makeup time in the morning because it gives me a chance to wake up and think about my day while keeping myself busy (or instead of staring at the wall). In addition, shopping for the makeup is a great stress reliever, I know from experience. I highly recommend it.

Well that’s it for my rant on makeup!

 

Every Storm (Runs Out of Rain) -Gary Allan

This song is relatively new, at least to me. And, let me tell you, it speaks to me.

I mean, just look at the title! It’s true, no storm can last forever, someday it will end, if not today.

“Every heartache will fade away.” I find this comforting, if not entirely believable.

“Every dark night will turn into day,” I mean, who hasn’t been awake at an awful time of the night for some reason or other between the serious, the sad, and the bothersome.

This song is nice because it reminds us that whatever we are facing, whatever we must go through on this earth will eventually end. It will eventually go away.

The storm will cease. 

Because, “Every Storm Runs Out of Rain”.

 

Pumpkin Carving

My Hall Council staff and I put on a pumpkin carving program for our residence hall. We bought a bunch of pumpkins and played Zombieland while we carved.

Some of the pumpkins were really detailed.

Others were cute.

I didn’t make one, but if I had it wouldn’t have fit in one of the above categories. My pumpkin would have been in a category all it’s own, such as Undefinable or Confusing.

I thought I’d save myself a category and the whole gutting part of the process. Gross.

I learned two things from the program. One, pumpkins start to rot if you leave them in a warmish room for more than two days. Two, walking around with 14 knives (for the participants) makes you feel very rebellious. It also makes you hope you don’t see anyone you know. My backup story was that my clothes didn’t fit in my closet so I was going to take all of the knives and cut the wood part into little pieces and create a whole new closet for myself. I doubt anyone would have believed me.

Well, now it is time to clean up the smelly pumpkin guts. Yummy.