Early Morning Post: Day 4

I think a more apt name might be just "The Morning Post" based on my latest writings, but as posting early in the morning remains my goal, I'll just leave it. It's 9:11 A.M. on a Wednesday morning. It almost couldn't get any more normal-sounding than that. It is finals week (or for me, final week) as well as the week leading up to going on vacation with my friend, Kayla and her family. I'm honestly not too sure what to be writing about right now except for maybe the things going on in my life. I've been studying Anatomy and Physiology a lot this week, when I'm not working on my newest hobby (more on that in the future) or reading To Kill a Mockingbird or hanging out with Jake or friends. That new hobby which I'm opting to not talk about yet and remain mysterious about is really exciting to me and I look forward to see what will come of it. Hopefully I'll be able to share it in the not-so-distant future.
ANywho...
That might do it for me this wednesday morning.

Post Prompts I

I googled blog post prompts just for fun and found a website with a whole bunch. Rather than writing whole posts on some of the topics, I decided to do interview style responses. Write about the first time you broke the law. When I was 4, stole a handful of grass seed from a store. Felt awful but never admitted to it untill way later. They knew I was lying but never prosecuted (is it even possible to prosecute a 4 year old?). I discarded the evidence onto their lawn as soon as I got out of the store (I guess that was sort of smart). Why grass seed? Good question. Your favorite vacation spot or place that you've traveled to. An Island in Malaysia called Redang. Everything about that place looked like those tropical photos you secretly doubt the existence of. Straight up B-E-A-U-tiful. Write about the passing of a loved one. My Grandma died 2 years ago on the 4th of July (ironic, don't you think?). For me, the whole experience wa...

We Meet Again

Well, to say that it feels weird to be here again is an understatement. This is a little emotional for me and I'll try to explain why. Firstly, it's been a while since the last time I wrote here. When I typed the address into the search bar, I was actually surprised that a 404 page didn't show up and that, instead, I saw a familiar title and design come up on the screen. There it was - my own writing, published on a web page I undoubtedly spent hours adjusting and tweaking until it was just right, down to the blue and green squares I painted by hand, scanned into a computer and digitized the old fashioned way with....wait for it.....*Microsoft Paint*. Illustrator? Pshht. Who needs that when you've got the grandmother of graphic design tools for FREE on your receptionist job work computer? (sarcasm, of course. Adobe, baby, I love you.) But even the details and designs of this page speak to the reason why this is emotional for me. All of the things about this blog that ...

How do you feel about that?

Like I got hit by a truck. Like a cement block got dropped on my entire body. Like the wind was knocked out of me. Like a deer in the headlights. Like I got slapped and at first it was numb and now it stings. But. . . "In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith-of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire-may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1 Peter 1:6-7 It's worth it.

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