It’s been a while since I’ve done a wrap-up, partly because I have social media and it feels kind of moot to post the highlights on here too now, and partly because a lot of people I know personally have told me that they’ve started reading this blog and it feels weird.
However, I know that a few of y’all did say you enjoy these, and if you still want to see/read them, let me know, I do love writing and I want to post content y’all want to read (even though I barely post anymore).
Well, it started with my mom, my little brother, and I going to a homeschool football game, it was very nostalgic and even though we had to wear masks and follow weird rules, it went ok.
However, my mom and I made the mistake of hugging a boy I used to babysit and go to worship with that I hadn’t seen in a long time… the next day his mom, who we also talked to briefly, messaged us abut being positive for covid.
Thus, October started out in quarantine for us. We were and still are completely healthy, I think my mom was lowkey hoping we’d get it just to get it over with, but that hasn’t happened yet, so we have continued to live our lives as usual, just with a mask on occasionally.
The college students from my congregation and a few other congregations had a fall retreat, it was good! The lessons were phenomenal and on love and unity, which is something I think is really needed right now.
Our congregation also put on a trunk or treat for the little kids and a friend and I went with a hippie theme.
Emotionally, I feel like I’ve been through a lot this month and the last few months, but I know I am growing that I am stronger because of it all.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about pro-life and adoption and how those two don’t go together when they should, so stay tuned for a post about that soon(ish).
Hello, how are you? I didn’t mean to fall off the face of the blogging platform, yet, here I am and it’s been weeks since I’ve posted.
I’ve been busy with work and other things. I’ve learned that it’s good for me to be busy, but at the same time, I haven’t done an amazing job at allowing myself time to just think and be and that’s hurt my blogging life.
Work is going great, I’m babysitting almost every day for a family, I help out with housework, homeschooling, and getting meals on the table and kids in the bath at the end of the day. I enjoy it a lot more than I would enjoy any other job, and I love “my kids”, but that doesn’t mean I’m not tired. I also occasionally babysit for another family, so between that and my current job, my days are usually filled with work, which is good because work equals money, the very thing I took a gap year to gain and save up.
I also got accepted into Southwest School of Bible Studies, which is exciting and overwhelming. I’ll be a student come August 2021, and no, I don’t have a single clue what I am doing. I did, however, visit the school and sat through a few classes and I greatly enjoyed it and feel secure that my choice to spend two years of my life there was indeed the correct one. I’m ready to devote myself to the Bible for two years and I hope to throw myself into the homework and really give it my all.
The other day, my mom and I were talking about my responsibility to not only learn and do well at Southwest but to take what I’ve learned and do something with it. I hope too in forms of evangelizing more, maybe working on teaching children and women’s classes in the future, and whatever else I can do. I know I’ll take what I’ve learned and use it, maybe even on this blog, who knows?
So, what’s really been going on with me?
If you’re reading this, I suppose you’re either curious or bored.
I’ll admit it: it hasn’t been all roses, as much as I would like to say that life is currently me rolling up to work with a tall yeti of coffee and then going to devos at night, it’s for sure been more than just that.
On the positive side, I think I am starting to get better at not only reaching out to people but at working on making more friendships. It’s been discouraging in the past, living in a college town as a younger person, and even though I’ve graduated early and have realized that I’m pretty much the same as the other girls in college who are now only one, two, or three years older than me. There have still been times when I felt that all people saw when they looked at me was my age or lack thereof, but I’ve realized that it’ll always be the case.
There will always be people who are older than me or in a different season of life and decide treat me differently for it.
When I’m nineteen, I won’t be twenty. When I’m twenty, I won’t be thirty. When I’m dating, I won’t be engaged. When I’m married and have kids there will always be people who will say things like “oh, you can’t talk about being tired until you have four kids,” and then if I had four, they would add to that number.
I guess that’s my longwinded way of saying that I’ve realized that there will always be people who will look down at me for my place in life, even if that place doesn’t affect who I am or what I can do.
This realization has helped me shrug my shoulders when I feel alienated or pre-judged by others based on my age because there will always be people like them. There will also always be people who will like you for you, regardless of if your place in life seems lower, less important, and less smart. I cannot let them make me feel like I’m less of a person, because I know that Timothy is told in first Timothy to not let others look down on him because of his age, but to set an example in his life, and I know I can do the same.
I think I’m doing better at no longer letting that feeling and vibe others give off at times get to me, I’m starting to push away the thoughts of “they wouldn’t want to be friends with me if they knew my age” and have started reaching out more.
People need friends, I need friends, we all need connection. My age might not let me vote or drive more than one minor not related to me in my car, but it doesn’t prohibit me from being a friend and encouragement.
I’m not really sure how to end this post, I feel like I’ve mostly ranted, but this has been on my mind.
So, I guess all I have left to say is:
Yes, I graduated early. Yes, I’m seventeen. Yes, I’m trying my hardest and always will.