Well, I can't say that I wasn't warned. After all, countless friends told me it would happen....I am now a senior in college. Yes, I am officially finished with my junior year, and therefore every person I come into contact with feels that I should know the answer to these questions...
"SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER COLLEGE?" or "WHAT'S THE PLAN NOW THAT YOU'RE ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL?"
The answer ladies and gentlemen: "I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA!"
Well, I guess that isn't completely true because I do know a few things. For example, I know that I love writing and will try to incorporate that into whatever I eventually do. I also know that I love people and having an impact on people's lives, but beyond those couple of facts I am a lost puppy.
I am in the middle of what many people would call a "soul-searching stage" as I try to discover my passions and what I want to do in the "real world." I have contemplated a number of options. I can see myself as a teacher or professor, someone who works in ministry, a counselor or psychologist, or even (and this is the latest) a wedding planner. Basically I'm all over the chart and don't know where I'll land.
All I know is that I need to land soon because the prospect of living on my own and providing for myself is soon to make itself a very real, however unpleasant, reality.
I like my newest idea of being a wedding planner/bridal consultant the best so far. I still have to figure out how my journalism skills would come into play here, but I am sure they would be of use. A certain person told me that he was shocked to discover that this was a passion of mine because it seems so different from the rest of my prospective careers, but I must say that I completely disagree.
Being a bridal consultant would allow me to still have an impact on people's lives. I can still be a light for Christ by planning people's weddings. In fact, I think that it would be an amazing thing to be able to help people bring their own personalities and stories into one of the most important days of their lives--a day that they are sure to remember for the rest of their lives.
I know that some of my journalism skills--such as those used in interviewing and collecting information/research would work very well along side this kind of career, and hopefully I could do some writing along side about weddings or marriage in general--I'm not sure about that yet though.
All I know is that out of all my prospects so far this is the one that seems most exciting to me... and I am happy about that. Now I just need to do a little more praying and a little more research.....
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
No Matter What... Tomorrow's Appeal Never Dies
Tomorrow I will be smarter, I will walk taller, I will smile sweeter, tomorrow I will strive to be something more, but today, just today let me be the lazy, unseen, natural, real me, the me that longs to crawl back into bed and read the long gloomy day away, the me that didn't do her hair or makeup, the me that stayed in her pajamas all day long.
Tomorrow I will have a plan, I will act and execute, I will be thorough, I will sell what I need to sell and make them understand, but today, just today, let me be just me, scared and a little lonely, afraid to make a mistake in this important piece of art called life, afraid that one smudge even in the corner will ruin the tapestry of forever.
Tomorrow I will have it all together, I won't make excuses or mistakes, I won't long for a second chance, or more time, but today, just today let me wonder about my past choices and contemplate the future, let me wonder if I am all that I should be, let me crawl under the covers in my pajamas and hide the day away.
Tomorrow I will have a plan, I will act and execute, I will be thorough, I will sell what I need to sell and make them understand, but today, just today, let me be just me, scared and a little lonely, afraid to make a mistake in this important piece of art called life, afraid that one smudge even in the corner will ruin the tapestry of forever.
Tomorrow I will have it all together, I won't make excuses or mistakes, I won't long for a second chance, or more time, but today, just today let me wonder about my past choices and contemplate the future, let me wonder if I am all that I should be, let me crawl under the covers in my pajamas and hide the day away.
No Matter What... Thank You Jesus for Las Vegas
After a while of not writing, it is so hard to start back up--where do I start? How do I start? There is so much that has been left unwritten--how can I possibly start now?
But alas, here goes nothing....
This past weekend, I went to Las Vegas. I love Vegas! Anyone who knows me might stare at me in wonder when I exclaim this proud fact about myself, but it's true. I, a conservative, Christian school girl, love Las Vegas. When other people see hookers, trash, grime, sex and sin, I see big lights, exciting places, fun atmospheres and a whole lot going on. Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to live there, but for a weekend away it's just as magical to me as Disneyland or a trip to Big Bear.
In fact, because my parents did such a great job at sheltering me and my sister from seeing the prostitutes and stripper ads when we went to Vegas as a family, I was almost surprised to see so many when I went on my own with a group of friends. I knew that Vegas would be a different place for me once I turned 21, and I think I expected it to lose some of its magic. But surprisingly, it didn't lose any of that magic at all really... it was still the beautiful city I had thanked Jesus for when I was a little girl. The lights still twinkled like a fantasy, and the excitement in the air wasn't tainted at all even though I was now fully aware of my surroundings. I began to see that maybe my parents weren't necessarily that great at hiding the grunge; maybe I just chose to see the glamour instead.
It's true that Vegas is called Sin City, and for good reason. Truly, if I wanted to get myself into trouble that would be the place to do it, but Vegas is also much more than that. If you look past the grime and see the city with a childlike innocence, you can discover great people just longing for some good times with their buddies. Look past the hookers on the street and you see the incredible architecture and beauty of a fabulous strip of hotels unlike anything else in the world. Look past the drunks in the seats next to you and listen to the piano players and the cool music of the 80's and 90's that you can't help but sing along too.... Vegas is a place where some unmentionables happen yes, but it's also a place where you can forget your sorrows, your disappointments in life, and your worries about tomorrow. Look to the guy next to you rooting you on as you spend your last dollar on craps and then buy him a drink when you win back more than you came with. Ironic as it may sound, Vegas is a place of hope, dreams, idealism, excitement, and bonding--that's why it's one of my favorite places... honestly, how could it not be?
But alas, here goes nothing....
This past weekend, I went to Las Vegas. I love Vegas! Anyone who knows me might stare at me in wonder when I exclaim this proud fact about myself, but it's true. I, a conservative, Christian school girl, love Las Vegas. When other people see hookers, trash, grime, sex and sin, I see big lights, exciting places, fun atmospheres and a whole lot going on. Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to live there, but for a weekend away it's just as magical to me as Disneyland or a trip to Big Bear.
In fact, because my parents did such a great job at sheltering me and my sister from seeing the prostitutes and stripper ads when we went to Vegas as a family, I was almost surprised to see so many when I went on my own with a group of friends. I knew that Vegas would be a different place for me once I turned 21, and I think I expected it to lose some of its magic. But surprisingly, it didn't lose any of that magic at all really... it was still the beautiful city I had thanked Jesus for when I was a little girl. The lights still twinkled like a fantasy, and the excitement in the air wasn't tainted at all even though I was now fully aware of my surroundings. I began to see that maybe my parents weren't necessarily that great at hiding the grunge; maybe I just chose to see the glamour instead.
It's true that Vegas is called Sin City, and for good reason. Truly, if I wanted to get myself into trouble that would be the place to do it, but Vegas is also much more than that. If you look past the grime and see the city with a childlike innocence, you can discover great people just longing for some good times with their buddies. Look past the hookers on the street and you see the incredible architecture and beauty of a fabulous strip of hotels unlike anything else in the world. Look past the drunks in the seats next to you and listen to the piano players and the cool music of the 80's and 90's that you can't help but sing along too.... Vegas is a place where some unmentionables happen yes, but it's also a place where you can forget your sorrows, your disappointments in life, and your worries about tomorrow. Look to the guy next to you rooting you on as you spend your last dollar on craps and then buy him a drink when you win back more than you came with. Ironic as it may sound, Vegas is a place of hope, dreams, idealism, excitement, and bonding--that's why it's one of my favorite places... honestly, how could it not be?
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