Many moons have passed since my feeble attempt at maintaining a blog while living overseas in Cambridge, England. My life has meanwhile morphed, once again, into that of a young girl swimming in a sea of Midwestern American farmland. (At this point, many of you will stop reading...it's okay, I know Indiana isn't as interesting as my four month jaunt about Europe.) Somehow, I manage to stay happily entertained no matter where in the world I am.
At the cusp of my senior year at Valparaiso University, I have recently begun to feel the pressures of that unforgiving four-letter word: LIFE. In the midst of a summer full of two jobs, no air conditioning, and countless nights with wonderful friends, I am confronted with choices. Where will I live? What will I do? For the first time, I find myself with TOO MANY options. It is a relief in some ways, but mostly overwhelming (the buzzword, as of late).
So. Instead of allowing myself to drown in this "future-talk" pressure, I have vowed to continue my life as it always has been. I must find humor in everyday things (got it), turn everything I see into magnificent works of art (if only in my imagination), and continue to live up to my self-given title of The Eternal Optimist. Yep. No suicidal, emo blog for this kid. (Sorry guys, if that's what you were expecting...) Although, I did have a dream last night that my bed was a pool of water and I was being chased by a hungry shark....hmmm....what would good ol' Freud have to say about that one??
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