Summer Thoughts

I want inspiration to strike.

Why is it that so many things are easier to do as procrastination during the busiest time in the semester? Now it’s summer, wedding decorations and the occasional meet up with friends have been the only things occupying my time for the past week, and I’ve wasted so much time. Some people might call it relaxing, but honestly, it’s not. I’ve cooked, baked, and crafted (whatever that means) enough for domestic elyce to be content for at least another two months. Not to say that all that stuff is a complete waste, I mean, there’s definitely a time for cooking, baking and crafting (and I’ve definitely succeeded in helping fatten up a few people… myself included). I just know that as soon as I start working again I’ll realize exactly how I should have spent this time. Oh well, I guess for now I can be content with soaking up the sun and eating some more Mexican food.

… and maybe I’ll also do a couple of the things I know I should be doing but have completely avoided because I don’t even want to admit to myself that I should be doing them…

friends, tacos, the open road, and outdoor concerts :)

ending thoughts

The school year is coming to an end. I’m frantically trying to fit as much into my last 12 days as possible. No, studying does not come first, people do. I am at the stage in the school year where suddenly I have the courage to talk to those people I’ve never talked to before but always wanted to know. 12 days and counting and I just want to know everyone. I want to soak up their life experiences and carry their joy with me. 

There’s a feeling of pandemonium to these last days. 12 days to rule the world? Nope. Just twelve days to soak in as much as is physically possible of Trinity’s amazing community. Yeah, I’ve complained a bit this year, and no, I don’t want to come back next year, but somehow I’m still feeling like leaving here is probably going to be the saddest thing I’ve ever done. Of course, leaving to come here out of high school was also pretty hard… but it felt exciting. This just feels sad. I would like to think that the people I’ve bonded with here I will stay connected with for the rest of life, that they’ll be there when I get married, when I have my first kid, when something tragic happens or I have a midlife crisis. (It is possible considering we have created a pretty thorough plan for a utopia in which we all live on the same street and our kids go to school together). 

Maybe I will still know them, but most likely all they’ll be are hazy photos on a long-abandoned fb page or half-forgotten memories that take a very heavy dose of college nostalgia to bring up. They’ve changed how I think and brought(dragged?) me closer to God. I could never be thankful enough for the year or two I’ve had with these people. 

May I see them all again one day.

(phone pic taken as the sun was sneaking up on me)

(sorry for the terrible grammar and incomplete thoughts… this was written as a quick break from life)