Last Post :(

Last Post :(

This is my last post for the year of 2014-2015. It feels like I just created this little space, and now it's already over. So for this fun post there will be some serious symbolism of pictures. Are you ready?

So my attitude towards ready this year is mountainy. That's the best way I can describe it. I always enjoy reading, just like these mountains are always beautiful. However, my reading comes in spurts, it rises and falls, levitates and dips. And sometimes quite suddenly. Just. Like. That. For example, I read Once Upon a Prince in 24 hours. And I read Camilla in 6 months. After re-starting it about 4 times. So my biggest obstacle in finding time is just getting into it even when the plotline doesn't have me on the edge of my seat. Because it's when it doesn't that Netflix sounds oh so much better. But, when I do find those grab-onto-your-seat-what-is-going-to-happen-next-I-can't-even-stand-this-pain-of-waiting-to-the-end books, I love them. And I spend 24/7 reading them. I eat breakfast with them, I walk around the house with them, I clean the house with them. I even ignore my mother because I'm so into them. So this summer, even with my incredibly busy schedule, I hope to find some great books to read. And I made a list of what I want to read not too long ago so I will be using that :) Plus I'm gonna have some pretty awesome travel time this summer to read during,

Ok, now this one is totally cliché but... blogging this year really "opened doors" for me and my "future". I've been reading people's bogs online for about 3 years now. Most of them are of people I know, some aren't. Some write about certain topics, others it's just random life stuff. But, either way I have spent  a lot of time reading blogs. And since I love to write I have always thought that when I got older I would write one too. So this blogging experience this year has been great training I guess you could say. And I've loved blogging. I almost don't want to stop for the summer. Ha. I love having all of my thoughts (ok actually not all of them, yikes!) out there for everyone to read. I love knowing that people can hear my voice through words I write. Because that's how it is with every other blog I've read. And I'm honored to have joined them.

Some of my favorite blogs:
One with the Pastor
Christian Wife Life
b r a v e l y f r e e

And lastly, this picture represents my blinded freshman year. It has been great, and I have grown so much. I learned that my extremist views from last year aren't always good, and that sometimes you have to look at something a little bit differently than you used to. I learned that sometimes branching out even when you're terrified can lead to something better than ever imagined for yourself. I learned to reconnect with friends I haven't spoken to in years. Overall, I took chances this year. I was blind in where they would take me but I trusted that it would all turn out. And these chances brought me so much more joy than the safe path would have. I made so many new friends. The swim team and water polo team have been experiences I've never had before. And I fell in love with these experiences. It was a blind year. But, I think that was good for me. For anyone really. Because if you're blind about something, you are all that more surprised when it becomes better than everything good you thought you had before.

That is my final bit of wisdom I am posting this year.
It's been good inter-web.

Kisses From Katie - Final Thoughts

 Kisses From Katie - Final Thoughts

So I finally finished reading Kisses From Katie!!!

And you need to read it. It was one of the most inspiring stories I've ever heard. I almost want to move to Africa. Almost.

Anyway, I'm just going to share with you the biggest thing I took away from this book.

Let God lead your life.

I struggle with this on a day to day basis. I want control over my life. But, the truth of the matter is, this is not my life. I did nothing to earn it. God created me and he gave me everything that I have. So where in the world did I get this crazy notion that my life is mine? Katie struggled through a lot of the same thing as she wrote in her book. And obviously God's plan for her life was pretty drastic. Moving to Uganda and adopting 13 girls on her own. But that doesn't mean that He can't lead my life in a simpler way. I do not feel called to move to Africa. And I really don't think that will ever change unless God does some pretty miraculous things. However, even though I can't move to Africa doesn't mean I just say to God, "Ok, you can't use me so I'm just going to do what I want to do". No. It means I follow Him here. I follow Him in the life I have going for me now. Because, everything I do needs to be for His glory. No matter how small.

This is one of my favorite parts of the book.

"I would like to be able to say that I always do exactly what the Lord asks of me. I would like to say that I always seek Him first when a difficult situation presents itself. While I am getting better at it, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I still think what I do with my life should be my decision. God asks, and reasons, and encourages. He gently explains that I do not know what is best for me and that I do not always get what I want. And I just look at Him, not understanding at all what He's trying to say. Sometimes, I even whine and sob and shriek, just like a tired, angry three-year-old. So God picks me up, exhausted from struggling, and plops me in the center of His will for my life. And then a funny thing happens. As I kick and scream and struggle, I remember: I like being in the center of God's will for my life. God's plan is usually pretty great. It is a whole lot better than mine anyway. I am so glad that He does not allow me to win."

Wow.

Anyway, I also learned something else.

I learned that so much of what I am spending my life thinking about does matter in the long run.

Do you think Katie's girls are worried about finding out what they want to do so they can take the most AP classes and get the highest test score and get into the best college? Do you think they worry about making sure everyone at the event they're planning gets something to take home? Do you think they worry about finding a new dress to wear to a wedding, or finding a new pair of shoes just because you want some? Everything that I may even think is good is so miniscule compared to them.

Not saying they live in a slump and never get anything. Not saying they live all alone. Just saying their priorities are different. And mine should be too.

I read Katie's blog after I finished the book and saw that she got married in January. Her life is a little different than what she first imagined, but in the end she got the same result. A husband, a job she loves, and beautiful children. The picture is just a little more colorful.

In a word, a slice of perspective (Mary Schmich)

In a word, a slice of perspective (Mary Schmich)

I recently read the column "In a word, a slice of perspective" for school, and am to put some of my thoughts up here for the world to see. So here they are.

Oh.

And here's a copy of the column:

(It's kind of long)

In a word, a slice of perspective

May 21, 2008|By Mary Schmich

 

Words sometimes land in your mind like birds on a wire. They flutter in, sit there, flutter off, come back, distract you at inconvenient hours.

That bird of a word for me lately is "portion."

I hear the word sometimes when I'm thinking about my friends and family, other times when I'm confronted by the news.

 

A cyclone hits Myanmar and the death count rises as inexorably as the sun. Bodies wash onto the riverbanks. Corpses rot in the mud.

What a small portion those human beings got.

Then an earthquake hits China and the death count rises as inexorably as the moon.

"What do I have left in the world?" asked a Chinese man quoted in a story by Evan Osnos, the Tribune's China correspondent. The man had lost his wife, his son, his home. "I have nothing," he said. "I have nothing."

Nothing but life itself. His portion, swiftly and terribly reduced, was still bigger than what was allotted to the dead.

Until I started inexplicably obsessing on the word, hearing it like a mantra, thinking, out of the blue on many days, "So this is my portion," I had never thought specifically about what "portion" meant.

I knew it meant 10 potato chips, seven Triscuits and never quite enough ice cream. I knew it meant a part of a whole, as in a rhubarb pie.

Until I Googled "portion," though, I didn't know it meant a dowry, the money a woman brings to her husband through marriage. I had never heard of Bible portions and Torah portions.

Most significantly, I didn't know "portion" means fortune, fate. I have recently learned that the Greek word "moira" signifies both fate and portion.

The word "portion," as it has been chirping in my brain, is some combination of its definitions: allotment and lot, quantity and destiny.

We learn as children that portions are limited and that people get different amounts of things.

"He got more!" is one of childhood's great laments.

"More" was my first word.

From the beginning of life, we chafe at the boundaries of enough. We grow up trying to correct the inequities of the servings we have been given.

If we fully grow up, we also try to correct the inequities of the servings given to others. We don't have to look as far as China and Myanmar to notice how unevenly life distributes its bounty.

A few days ago I was talking to a man involved in building a mixed-income community on the site of an old Chicago housing project.

 

"I used to think life should be fair," he said.

Now, after years of working with people who have a lot and those who don't, he has concluded that life simply isn't fair. You can do your best to reapportion the goodies, but there will always be people who get the granite countertops and the ones short on food.

Families are further proof that life portions out luck in random ways.

I think especially of my youngest sister, who is mentally disabled, who on an average day literally trembles with medicine and the fluctuations of a troubled mind. Her portion is so much smaller than mine that I want to rage against her unfair share as if it were my own. Her limited portion reminds me how capriciously big mine is. But the other day when I was musing on this notion to myself, she started talking about other mentally ill people she knows, ones abandoned by their families.

"Compared to them," she said, "I have a lot."

She does. So many of us do. There's always somebody with more, with a bigger slice of brains and beauty, a bigger scoop of fame and money, a heftier helping of love and time. But in this world of cyclones and earthquakes, a lot of us have potato chips to spare.

 http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2008-05-21/news/0805200835_1_earthquake-hits-china-word-Myanmar

 

 

 

Kind of hits home doesn't it? Makes you think?

 

I think the author wants us to feel this way, she wants us to feel moved, but most of all she wants us to feel thankful. I think the author wrote this so when you read it you feel at peace with how the world just is. So many of us spend our time worrying about helping others who aren't as blessed as us. And although that isn't bad at all (in fact you should do more of it!), we need to accept the fact that we live in an imperfect world. She says,"life simply isn't fair". And everyone isn't the same as everyone else. And that is okay. So we just need to be thankful for what we do have.

 

I also think the author wants us to take something away from this. And a lot of it coincides with what I already said about being grateful. She wants us to read this and remember that we should be grateful and that "in this world of cyclones and earthquakes, a lot of us have potato chips to spare". So that the next time you are out and really really want something but can't afford it, you remember all you do have. And the next time you see someone who needs something more than you do, you remember all you already have and give it to them.

 

That's why this column was written, for this purpose. So that the next time you are out there in one of those situations, you remember this. And you act on it. Imagine, if 100 people read this article, felt convicted about how much they were helping, and then gave to 5 strangers in the next month, that's already 500 more people helped than usual. Multiply that by 10 - 5,000 people helped. The purpose of this column is big. It's so that we recognize in order to "fully grow up, we [need to] try to correct the inequities of the servings given to others".

The author expresses this purpose throughout the column with the writing techniques she uses. She uses anaphora by repeating things to connect with the reader (when she explains what she thought a portion was). She also uses short sentences or fragments when trying to draw attention to a point that she's making (at the end, "She does. So many of us do."). Lastly, she makes several references to events, and includes several proper nouns (Mayanmar, China, Triscuits, the Bible).

This column is relevant in our world today. It highlights some of the real world problems we hear about and we deal with. This column was written to point them out, to bring them to the light so that we can fix them and deal with them. And part of that dealing with them is accepting that it happened and life isn't fair. It's realizing "There's always somebody with more, with a bigger slice of brains and beauty, a bigger scoop of fame and money, a heftier helping of love and time." It's realizing that if we can, we should reach out to those others. The people in Haiti after their earthquake, the families who lost loved ones on a Malaysia flight, the citizens of Japan that lost everything during its tsunami, the starving children in Africa. This is why this column was written. To remind us of these people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Divergent (Movie vs. Book)

Divergent (Movie vs. Book)

Okay, now I know some may find this unbelievable... BUT I only just saw the Divergent movie over Spring Break. I know, it came out like a year ago, the sequel is in theaters now, but that's besides the point. I want to share a few of my thoughts about this book and movie with the inter-web.

I read the book, Divergent a couple of months ago and thought it was ok. I don't want to spoil the ending just in case anyone was stronger than I was for a while and haven't read it yet. Which means I can't share my exact reasoning for why I wasn't a huge fan. To give you the general idea though, I felt as though the book included twists to the story that I felt were unnecessary. I didn't like it. I thought the writing was average, the same as any other dystopian book these days. However, I did love the whole idea of the world they lived in. I feel like the author had a brilliant idea and then took the story in the wrong direction.

 

 

Now, typically I would say that I liked the book better than the movie but in this case I actually didn't. There were some things that I appreciated in the book that weren't put into the movie, but generally, the movie was more enjoyable. I was less attached to the characters so I was able to appreciate the story instead of worrying about what was going to happen to them.

 

So these are the thoughts that I've just had floating around in my head recently and needed to get out. Kisses from Katie coming soon :)

 

 

Books On My Mind

Books On My Mind

Hey all, hope you are having a wonderful Sunday! I have been thinking all weekend about what to blog about this week! I'm still reading Kisses from Katie but I don't have enough new stuff to talk about with that book so I'm just going to wait until I finish it. However, lately I keep adding to my mental list of books I want to read. Which is what this blog post is going to be. Everything that's been floating around in my mind lately. This way, I'll have an actual list, and the blog will (hopefully) keep me accountable to reading them. Okay, enough jib jab, here's the list.

1. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers

2. How to Catch a Prince by Rachel Hauck

 

3. One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are by Ann Voskamp

4. Take One by Karen Kingsbury (and the rest of the Baxter Family series)

5. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling (REALLY trying to finish these)

There are MANY more books that I am dying to read, but I figured that this list is a good start. Especially because some of them imply a couple or more other books. This just makes me soooo excited for spring break and summer so I can get readin!!! Anyway, that's all for now. Just really wanting this right now!!! (But I mean who doesn't)

                   

Princess Ever After

Princess Ever After

I am still working on Kisses From Katie, it needed to be returned to the Library, so I'll post a final post on that later. But, I did finish the second book in the Royal Wedding Series during all of the testing we had at school the past two weeks. It was also very good! I enjoyed the first one better than this one, the characters in the first book seemed more, I don't know, more ideal to me. Not saying you shouldn't read Princess Ever After. That book was also amazing. I would definitely recommend it. The whole plot is so entertaining and it leaves you thinking, what would I do?? Here, I'll give you the low-down.

 

Imagine you are in your late twenties and living in the same city here in America you've lived in your whole life. It's all you know. The only place you've ever lived and worked. It's where your friends and family are. Now let's say you just saved up enough money and worked to get to your dream job. You LOVE this job. It's what you live for since you're not married and don't have a family of your own. A couple of years ago your mom died, and then your great-grandma died. (Your grandma already died) So currently your life consists of you, your best friends, your dad and stepmom, and the dream job you LOVE. Okay, got all that? Now one Friday you're just living your life, the job you LOVE just breaking through, when some young man comes up to you and says you're in line for the throne in some European country. And he's not lying. The man says that if you come back with him you can restore the kingdom and either rule until you die, or rule until you abdicate the throne and leave the country in anarchy. Or if you don't come at the all the country becomes a part of another country and looses its independence. You ask how is this possible? He says your great-grandma was a princess there who had to flee during WWII. And if you come back... well you know. What would you do? You know going back is the right thing but you've never led anything in all your life, let alone a country. You would have to leave your job, at least for a while. You would have to leave everything you know.

 

Okay, wow, that was a mouthful. See what I mean!! I don't know what I would do!! And if you want to know what Regina does, you better read!!

 

 

Fahrenheit 451 - Dover Beach

Fahrenheit 451 - Dover Beach

Here is my writing prompt for the poem Dover Beach:

     Mrs. Bowles ran out of the door and across the street to where she lived with her "husband" and "children". What is Mr. Montag thinking speaking to me like that? What right does he have to criticize my decisions? If he was in my place he would do the same exact thing. She slammed the door and ran into her home. She sat down in her own hard-backed chair and turned on 'family'. Oh how right it felt to be where she belonged. These people cared about Mrs. Bowles. Not her ever-absent husband, not her bratty children, not her insensitive friends and certainly not Mr. Montag.
    
     The phone rang next to Mrs. Bowles. She looked at the little screen to see who was calling. It was her husband. She ignored it. About five minute later he called again. Mrs. Bowles picked it up. "Hello." she said emotionless. "Well it's about time you picked up!" her husband barked, "I've been trying to call you from the office and you never pick up do you now?" Mr. Bowles swallowed, "I was visiting with Mrs. Montag." Mr. Bowles growled, "You know I don't like it when you go over there. That Mr. Montag is a strange one. Lately I've noticed him talking to a young girl along the street." Mrs. Bowles thought yet again about what Mr. Montag did today. She couldn't tell her husband. He would punish her for going over, punish her for not leaving sooner, and punish her because he was right and she was wrong. "Alright, I won't go over anymore," she answered.  "Good. Now look and see if I left any of my work papers on the table this morning." he commanded.

     Mrs. Bowles found the papers for her husband and hung up. He was right. He always was. And if he wasn't he found a way to make sure he was. She turned her attention back to 'family'. The husband on this show was always very kind to his wife. He was always right and she was always wrong but he never spoke harshly to her. For the longest time Mrs. Bowles always thought she and Mr. Bowles were like that. But, now she knew she was wrong. The husband on 'family' was so much better than Mr. Bowles. He loved his wife. Just like the man who wrote Dover Beach. That poem Mr. Montag read was cruel. Very cruel. But as much as Mrs. Bowles didn't want to admit it, it was honest. Families like they have on TV and in books don't exist.
    
     Mrs. Bowles felt a tear roll down her face. NO! What is this? Why am I crying? I haven't cried in years! But Mrs. Bowles knew why she was crying. She wanted a family like the one on TV. And she wanted a marriage like the one in Dover Beach. She just never knew any different until today.

Mrs. Bowles realized that her life wasn't like the one on 'family'. It was so much worse. Dover Beach taught her what love really is supposed to look like, it opened her eyes to the unreality of 'family' and the life she thought she had. It taught her that sometimes, even though something makes you cry, it's still good for you.