No Job...

I started thinking about it, and there's only three months till graduation and I still have no job. Sure, I've known it, but it's like the gong just went off in my head. NO JOB...... I'm definitely not freaking out right now.

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JJ Heller - What Love Really Means

I really like everything about this; the lyrics really make your heart ache. It's kind of sad to begin with, but beautiful nonetheless. Every time I hear this I think of all the people that might be feeling this way: a desperate wondering if today is so permanent and hope is beyond grasp. Don't give up!! It is unbelievable how much those around us really love us for who we are! Misfortunes come to everyone in some form or another, so please don't feel alone, or that forgiveness will never make it's way to you. I hope the song is inspiring...it is for me! This is exactly how I want to love.   

A great find

Less than a year ago, I was content (or at least resigned) to live life alone. It made sense to me, even as it does now, that not everyone will get married, have a family - follow the general mold. I love many people, but never have I thought, 'I can't live without him/her.' It sounds cold, but consider it: family, friends, etc....if they were removed from your life, would you cease to be you? It would be terrible and unwanted, but I think many people could continue on being themselves.

This past September, I met a friend in the strangest of ways - by answering a question he had posted online. For a month, we emailed almost every day and I eventually took a chance and met him. And thank God I did. Although he lacked some self-confidence, I still haven't found a justifiable reason behind it. He's one notch above in every characteristic I strive to be....in every way, he's a better person than I am. And because of it, I am compelled to change into a person that is fit not only to be loved by him, but to return it in full. If he were gone, I would stop being the me that I am becoming, and what a shame it would be.

I in no way think that he 'completes' me. People are whole on their own. There are people in our lives, whether co-workers or loved ones, that make us better than we would be alone. He brings out the optimism in me, however small the sliver might be. He is a great find - as is true of the many people that walk into our lives.

I don't know if we will be together in a year or less or more, but I know that at the moment, I am enjoying the change he has brought to me and the great friendship we have both discovered in the process. I hope everyone is lucky enough to have someone that they can confidently say they trust completely. It changes everything.

In every valley and mountain

You Could Be Happy -Snow Patrol

I've always loved Snow Patrol. This is slower and more serious than some of their stuff comes off but it is great all the same.

And so it begins.

Although this is not the start of my journey to find my passion in life, it is most likely closer to the beginning than it is the end. How, would you suppose, do I know that? Well, I don’t. It’s just a guesstimate. Some people never find their passion in life, just going along with the day to day, and I’m only in my early twenties. I’ve got a long time to find what I’m looking for if I need it (I’m really hoping God is nodding at that comment), but who wants to spend their whole life searching for what they love?

With years of searching under my belt, I am afraid to say that, as I look around, I’ve yet to move an inch. So, in an attempt to propel myself in the direction of ‘my dreams,’ I have created this page. Or maybe it is to document elements that I find inspiring and compelling. And so it begins...

This is Moses

I finally decided to get a cat. A kitty is perfect for my living arrangements and my lone wolf style. I guess it was two weeks ago, I went to the pound, and there was Moses, ready to go (sorry Beef Supreme....you'll find a home, too!!). Moses is around a year old Siamese, and he was a perfect darling up until a few days ago.

It all started with the catnip....if I had known, I would've never bought the stuff. One day he's this perfect little angel that greets me at the door when I get home and the next he's turned in to this raving spawn of Satan. Dirt is everywhere (digging up houseplants), a bag of tortillas is ripped to shreds and strung across the living room and Moses is sitting on top of the fridge...as if nothing's wrong. I times like this, I think maybe naming him Midas or General Mao would've been more appropriate.....but I'm being optimistic, darn it! Moral of the story....catnip, if used at all, should be used SPARINGLY. In his defense, Moses is probably the smartest cat I've ever met, which in this case, might or might not be a good thing...

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