Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
The stubbornness that tries to reign as two tiny hands uncurl their fingers from fists and say, “You can have them. You can take them.” Gritted teeth and all.
These have the power to put a smile on my face, even when my day isn’t going so great.
That concept of who I could be was appealing, and I soaked it in every time. I crossed oceans, ate different foods, took weekend trips to Italy, and stood in skyscrapers in London.
Now that they don’t readily apply anymore, it feels kind of strange, because I think I let myself believe that it was all of those things that made me special or interesting.
Because if I have no goals, I will make no progress. And lack of progress in my life scares me more than my uncertainty over which direction to turn.
How often do those things remind me of Him? If I compare that to how often I turn to spend time with those things instead of Him the embarrassed blush gets a lot brighter. *raises hand* Yep. A lot. Still guilty.
Throw in a bit of deadline stress and it’s a big whirlwind of: “I’d just really like to be home right now, right this second, with everything that needs to happen between now and then just perfectly sorted out.”
I then discovered the great and terrible truth of this incredibly confusing scenario. The sun was not yet up. The SUN was NOT YET UP.
Hi there, it’s Madeleine. I had a bit of an interesting morning yesterday, and just figured I’d write out what happened and my mini revelation here. First: I forgot to supervise the coffee machine after I flipped it on, and as a result I looked up from my mountain of laundry to find a coffee …
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