Almost Over

Almost Over

The summer is quickly winding down, as I knew it would. Tomorrow is my last day at Ted's Montana Grill and honestly, I am thrilled. I am done with burgers and fries and praying for big tips. Unfortunately, financially Ted's did not provide all I had hoped for. I think after all is said and done I'll have enough to pay September's rent in Columbia, but I was hoping for October, November and December too. So, my dream of not working my last semester of college will remain simply that, a dream. I've gotten the wheels turning on what kind of job I can fit into this crazy semester. I'm sure God will provide.
I had my brother and sister here last week. We had a lot of fun, but now I want to wait even longer to have kids! I start the pill on Sunday and it couldn't come a moment sooner. Come January I want absolutely no possibility of babies!!!!! Ah!
I'm going into the studio on Monday. A real studio, with $20,000 dollar microphones. This is our big chance! I'm praying!
There's not much more to say. School is only like two weeks away. Until then I have scuba lessons, a wedding in KC and a Radiohead concert (woohoo!) Then it will be blogs of longing for the man I must leave behind here in nashville, along with some other longings such as I wish the relationships of college could go on forever unchanged, but I know a big change is quickly approaching and man I want it to be January 9th! Until next time...

When Even The Cat is Not Welcome Here

Yes, my friend. Things haven't changed, and the relapse of Cassie into her pre-Chateau days has forced me to reevaluate my standings, with roomates and with friends.

Its funny -- not funny-ha-ha -- how things transform and morph, out of expectations and out of fear. Relationships, mostly. For the longest time, I resisted the change of my friends who were paired up in serious relationships. Now, however, I'm seeing the other end of the tunnel: the things that I have so fervently scrutinized are now becoming a prevalent notion. Or, I'm afraid I'm becoming 'the girl with the boyfriend.' And we ALL know how much I don't like that.
But -- and here's the revelation -- in all the chaos that spending nearly 24/7 with someone brings, I have seen what incredible value my friends hold in my life; the dearness to which I hold their words, deeds, and advice is buried deep within my heart, and I look to those things constantly.
Coming from a family of mediocre ties, I consider my friends to be just as tight as blood kin. Sometimes more, in certain aspects. And these ties are foundational -- its really my own Greek Family....
So, in all these things, whether in one or all fifty pictures, they are close to my heart.

PS: Natalie, did you know you sent me a link to post on your blog?

Side note

Some things never change- well, one thing actually. Cassie the cat and her mean, mean ways.

Alone

Surrounded by the empty familiar

I have found myself back in the familiarity of all that is Columbia Missouri, yet it is not home because all of those who make it so are not here. I've never been in Columbia during the summer and now I'm glad for that. It's dead- at least to me.
You know what I think one of the worst feelings in the world is? Self-doubt. The kind of doubt that comes from flipping through one of your best friends' photo albums and not seeing your picture more than twice out of fifty. What do you do with that? How can you not feel insecure about that? How many times would they be in your photo album if you had made one, and how many people who are truly important wouldn't make a dramatic or memorable appearance? Who do I do this to?
And then you wonder why you call home your home, and what truly makes it that. Is it real? Does anyone truly love you other than your cat-and he only loves you because you leave food for him on the porch and make him a home with a cardboard box and a strip of old carpet.

The root of it all lies in where one finds her identity. If it lies in surroundings, places, people, hobbies, passions, purpose - she's doomed to feel lost. Daily things are changing- you're changing, I'm changing and sometimes by the minute. Different places near and far. Experiences one can't repeat yet will never lose hold of. Even returning to the familiar after short months of separation things are different and it will only continue. There's no guarantee of the people in a place- that make up a place for the individual- their permanence in body or in spirit. Ever transforming, ever changing, being refined and falling flat on our faces. Trying new things, searching for what was, has been or is yet to be. Hoping, expecting, anticipating, dissappointment, relief, love, life, passion.
Self-doubt. What makes up a person? What makes her significant? What makes her count, or at least makes her feel that way? Identity in the unchanging, the rock, her foundation, her first-only-true love. Desperate for words to express deeply and wholly what is true and only one place to turn.

"I made her in such a way that she would need me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be... only because I need for her to learn to depend on me...I know her heart, I know if I had not made her like this she would go her own chosen way and forget me...her Creator. Psalm 62:5-8