2014 and a Goal in Mind

It’s almost the new year, and everyone is making their resolutions. I don’t make resolutions. The term “resolution” sounds almost too solemn to me– as if it’s a formal, serious thing to resolve. The term “goal” works much better for me– something about it results in fewer feelings of self-hatred when I fail to meet said goals. That being said, I thought I would share some of my goals for 2014.
1. Pick up the pace spiritually.
It’s been an up and down year in 2013. There have been highs, and there has been almost rock bottom. It’s been a hard climb upward from the low point, and I haven’t made a lot of progress. It’s time to work a little (or a lot) harder and have a closer walk with my Lord again. This is especially important if I get a contract to counsel at Christian camp this summer. (Oh please, oh please, oh please!!!!!)
2. Pick up the pace physically.
I’m not talking a diet, because I’m not worried about my weight. I’m not talking intense work-outs, because I’m not that worried about my figure or muscle tone. I’m talking running. I used to run all the time, and now I just don’t. I’m thinking that doing a 5k at some point in the rapidly approaching year is a good idea, so I should work on that now.
3. Pick up the pace academically.
I was an A/B student in high school. Now I’m pretty solid B’s, and the 2.9 GPA I made last semester was just enough to make me angry. It’s time to do better.
4. Pick up the pace socially.
I wasn’t around much last semester. I was in rehearsal. Rehearsals were about all the life I had. I loved being out-of-my-mind busy, but that meant I was too busy to make time for some of the people who have been there for me. That’s a horrible way to reciprocate friendship. So this semester, with fewer rehearsals to coordinate, it’s time to be there for my friends and family.
So four goals seems like a doable list, right? We shall see.
Happy New Year!


Seven Advantages to Living at Home: Why I Love Christmas Break

Here I am at the end of the semester. I have shown up for all of the regular class periods. I can nearly say that I have survived seven semesters of dorm life. Only finals stand before me, and I look beyond them to the Promised Land…
Or maybe not that far… I look beyond them to home… and believe me when I say that home is far enough.
Seven semesters (3 and 1/2 years) of life away from home have sufficiently educated me on all the things that one who lives at home takes for granted. I shall now impart this wisdom.
1. One of the things I miss most about home is having a single bathroom. One bathroom. One toilet. One sink. One shower. Why? Because no one can really be in there with you. The single bathroom is a place of peace. No slamming stall doors. No forboding noises coming from the stall next to you. No one talking loudly or singing first thing in the morning when you’re not awake. I also admit that I am as guilty of these things as the other girls on my hall and believe that they probably become annoyed as well.
2. My mattress is a wonderful thing. It is soft. It is in good condition. It has not been slept on by random other girls for year-long intervals for the past five to ten years. It’s been slept on by me. The end. That is a comforting thought.
3. I also really love the occasional day of no obligations when I can sleep until I wake up. Those don’t come often even at home, but they are far more likely to occur at home than anywhere else.
4. I love food. Food and I have a committed relationship. While the food at my school has drastically improved recently, nothing beats a home-cooked meal. And my mother is a fabulous cook.
5. I love my family. I cannot express the intensity of my desire to hug my mom, dad, and brother. I want to hug them RIGHT NOW! My sister doesn’t do hugs so much, but I might get one from her too.
6. There are fewer people at home. There is space. I can find a spot to be alone. That never happens on campus. Ever.
7. My church is small. The church I attend while I’m at school has a congregation of about 1,200. My church at home has about 30. There are fewer people in the building. There is more space in the building. I can play the piano and they will think it’s wonderful. I wouldn’t dare touch a piano at the church I attend here. Besides all that, I grew up in my church back home. They have known me since infancy. I love them. They love me. It’s like having a really big extended family.
There you go. That’s what I’ve learned.