Are adult swaddles a thing? I feel like they definitely should be. I’m currently curled up in a bawl with three blankets, wearing a sherpa pull-over, with a BIG cup of coffee as I write this. The back to school bug has hit, and it’s hit hard! I actually feel like bricks are surrounding my forehead, slowly closing in, squishing my brain. I’ve fallen asleep and woken up with a headache every day this week. I might be in another universe. My mind may be out of my body. I might actually be dying this time. Oh gosh, I need more tissues...
Anyway, today I wanted to share a little bit about what’s going on with me lately. Kind of a brain dump, if you will. It’s nothing exciting, but I’m so crazy busy, a little overwhelmed, and a little excited! A few weeks ago I started my first semester as a junior at Aurora University, the leaves are turning, I wore long sleeves two days in a row in the last week. It’s starting to feel like fall. I don’t know about you guys, but fall has always been my favorite season. For me, it feels like it’s time for a fresh start. The leaves fall and the grass loses it’s pigment, and the re-birth begins. It feels like a new beginning, a rebirth, a chance to reinvent life one more time.
Maybe it’s the changing of the leaves or my new classes, but lately I’ve felt a new burst of creativity unlike ever before. I’m enrolled in a graphic design class this semester with a focus on typography. And guys, I LOVE it. Not a surprise, I know, I know. But I haven’t felt this kind of excitement about school in a long time. We have barely scratched the surface of the course, my professor literally went over how to use a Mac for the entire class the other day. But I felt excited as I doodled in my sketch book and he talked about the principals of design. I feel so driven for the first time in a long time. I’ve even been considering pursuing my MBA in Communications. (Wait, I’m considering MORE school? Crazy, I know!) I’m joining clubs. I’m working a ton still. And I’m making time for my loved ones.
Not to long ago I visited Mark for the first time this school year. It was the best day. He moved back to school early in August, so I didn’t see him for three weeks straight. I know, not that long! But it was still the best feeling in the world to get to hug him again. Anyway, while I was there sitting on the couch as he set up New Girl on the TV, I thought about my idea of where I thought I would be in that present moment a year ago.
My vision for how my life would be today a year ago, two years ago, five years ago, was so different. For one, I thought I’d be living in the city. I never imagined I’d be managing an ice cream shop. I never guessed I’d still be living at home. I didn’t think, in a million years, that I would be this happy. That I’d be this in love, this grateful, this blessed. And that’s the really crazy thing about life. We spend our lives planning. Always planning. This is where I’m going to go to college. This is the type of person I’m going to fall in love with. This is the age I’m getting married. This is the place I’m going to live. This is the job I’m going to have. We’ve all imagined those things. Admit it, you have too. But chances are, it won’t turn out that way. And that’s a blessing.
In my case, things definitely haven’t gone how I planned. I’m still not sure where this road is taking me. But I’m happy, happier than I could ever imagine. And that doesn’t mean life is easy. Sometimes it’s hard. In fact, if I’m REALLY real, I cried this morning. Why? I was stressed. I have a list of things to do at work, an essay to write, an article to read, and a dozen more things to check off my list. But I can do it and I’m excited to keep working hard for this new adventure, no matter what it may be.