Decisions, decisions…

And November is just around the corner. Literally less than an hour away. I have decided to finish my novel from last year. I am currently at 20,025 words. Let’s see if I can finish it this month. And if it is over before November is, I’ve got more unfinished stories that are crying out for attention. So here’s to a month of writerly creativeness. *crossing my fingers*

Enter the 3rd Decade

Crazy, isn’t it? I swear I’m not that old. I mean, the first thing I did on my birthday was color with crayons and stickers. I looked at my Facebook wall throughout the day and was absolutely overwhelmed by the outpouring of love from all my friends wishing me happy birthday. I feel so blessed to have so many people to love and be loved by. God is good to us to give us people to invest our lives in. Thank you, my dear readers, for taking the time to read my random and scattered postings. I hope this little blog serves to brighten your day at least once in a while. πŸ™‚

T-3 minutes and counting.

So these last few hours I’ve been doing fun stuff that I normally wouldn’t do. Like running down the hallway screaming. I couldn’t quite make it the full length of the hall, though. Something about needing oxygen? Not sure what that’s all about. I have voted before I’m 20. I have taken steroids. Even though they aren’t making me buff. I think I missed out on that one…. It’s been a good year. Goodbye, adolescence. I shall remember you with fondness. But ready or not, here I go into my 3rd decade. Wish me luck!

Last Day of Teenagerhood

I suppose the title says it all: tomorrow is my 20th birthday. Today is my last day of being a teenager. I feel like I should wear the weirdest clothing combo I own, go out and do awesomely epic things, and laugh my head off with friends until midnight when I turn into a pumpkin. In reality? I’m in all black today randomly. I never wear all black. And I’m going to calmly and responsibly go to classes today.

Does that make me lame?

Thoughts on God

I am so glad to know that I serve a good and living God who has all of life planned out. And not just all of my life, but all of everyone else’s life, too. Nothing surprises God. I get surprises all the time – and it seems that all too many of them are the bad kind. But God is so unlike us. Sometimes I wonder if He’s real. Rene Descartes theorized about it this way: I as a human am a finite being. But my idea of God is of an infinite being. As a finite being I cannot of myself conceive of an infinite being. Therefore, God, an infinite being, must exist AND must have planted the idea of Himself in my brain. Pretty cool stuff.Β 

It’s been too …

It’s been too long… I’m sorry for neglecting you all. I have no explanation except that I’m a senior in college with everything in the world going on at once. I’m trying to plan my senior recital (April 12 is the proposed date). So far I have 2 sections ready: Eric Whitacre’s “5 Hebrew Loves Songs” and A Vivaldi motet, “In furore iustissimae irae.” I’m looking for maybe some Schubert, some French and English, and an Aria. And Β a most glorious dress. So if you see anything, let me know πŸ˜‰ Hmmm…maybe some Faure….

I’m also working on Samuel Barber’s “Knoxville: Summer of 1915.” Good stuff there! I love how quintessentially American it is…it just strikes a chord in me. ❀

In tatting news, I’ve been working on a new design for a small motif. Not sure if it will get me any closer to a potential Β for my necklace, but it’s good to be creating. πŸ™‚