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Waffle House, Home of Good Friendships

It seems to me that every time I spend my time with someone at Waffle House, good connections are made. From every hungover morning to every late night in-depth conversation, Waffle House is the place for good people and good eats.

Throwing this back to high school when I was in over my head as far as Alcohol as concerned (I could tell many a story about bad hangovers, but that’s not what this post about.) I remember many mornings after nights spent in cheap hotel rooms drinking with my closest friends. We would all walk in with headaches and general unease, dressed in our night clothes or our work uniforms and we would have a great time. We would all laugh and talk together before someone had to go to work or go home. Some of us would sleep in the car some mornings, because the side affects of the previous night were too strong. Regardless, I hold those memories dear to my heart, because they were well spent with people I hold dear to my heart. Waffle House was the place we’d go to cherish each other and forget about the day ahead.

Moving into my first year of college, some of my memories with my best friends were nights we would go to Waffle House. It would be anywhere between 1 and 3 in the morning, during finals week, when we’d decide we needed a break. We would all pack up in the car, and go to the Waffle House conveniently located two or three minutes down the road. We would find seats at the high bar or at a booth by the windows. We would talk and laugh over coffee, hashbrowns, and waffles. Occasionally, someone would put some money into the jukebox and I would dance in my pajamas. Waffle House was a waffle home for us and I swear we spent way too much time there. Waffle House was a place to let the pressures of student life disappear as we bonded and reminisced.

And, now, when a group of girls can go and enjoy their food over absolutely riveting conversation. Maybe there’s an overly enthusiastic manager, super pumped about nerd day at work, or perhaps a cook who gives amazingly timed responses to his coworkers that make it seem like he’s talking to us. We can talk for hours over mugs of coffee and All-Star specials. We can have pleasant catch-ups or hour long rants. No matter the case, I’m growing closer with friends, or building new relationships. Waffle House is the best place to love the people you’re doing life with.

Here’s the deal, I never go to Waffle House alone, and as a result, I always get to go with the best people. Every person I’ve ever been to Waffle House has been of the highest quality of human. These are the people I hope to hold dear to my heart and continue doing life with. The people I get to spend time at Waffle House with are the people who deserve the world, despite the fact they’re mere college students trying to get their lives together. I cannot accurately describe the amazing people I have bonded with at a Waffle House. It’s almost surreal for me to think that Waffle House is home to the roots of the best relationships.

This is to all the people I’ve spent a Waffle House diner date with, I hope you realize how absolutely phenomenal you are. I hope that nothing but blessings and good times come your way, as you have given me so many.

-Lily

Song of the Day: Feels Like Summer, Weezer

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I Will Remember Best

Check out Part 1 and Part 2!! 

Let’s take the night off from caring bout tomorrow// Let’s take our minds off the things we can’t control// Let’s take our clothes off and jump into the ocean// Don’t know where we’re goin’ but it’s somewhere out there// We’ve got our whole lives left// To make some memories// Drunk nights that we forget// I will remember best…

PART 3

The waves move slowly and steadily through the water, lifting each of the friends a little further from the sea floor that they’re standing on. The water is warm, almost as if they’re all sitting a giant pot of water that’s trying to boil, but not quite there yet. The sun is shining brightly in their eyes, causing each of them to squint, and at the same time they each worry about the possibility of sun burnt backs due to the sun also beating down on their backs. With all the heat around them, they’re all thankful to have ice cold drinks in their hands as they float thoughtlessly. Their conversation flows as effortlessly as the waters do to the shore. Elle has just been asked about the status of her application. She doesn’t know much, but she knows that she has a phone interview some time today. They thought is making her nervous. “Come to think of it, I might need to check my phone. I’ll be back in a minute,” Elle answers as she starts to wade back to the shore, where some more of their friends are sitting. Chase is beneath the umbrella, talking with Seth, the both of them listening to Jake Owens’s Beachin’. Elle rolls her eyes and cracks a small grin as she approaches her towel, where her phone is sitting. As she picks it up, she sees that her phone is dead. “If any body asks, I’m going to charge my phone,” Elle tells Chase and Seth before walking away, back to the apartment they’re staying in. 

When Elle walks in, the first thing she does is walk back to the room she’s been sleeping in and plugs in her phone. She looks in the mirror and decides to change into dry clothes for the time being so that she can sit down and things of the such. Walking back into the kitchen, Elle notices Madison making a sandwich. “You decided to come in too, huh?” she inquires. 

“Yeah, I was getting hungry,” Madison replies, putting her sandwich together, and taking a bite. “Why’d you come in?”

“I’m expecting a call from the school I applied to, today. I needed to charge my phone,” Elle says. 

“Oh, that’s cool. Are you nervous?” 

Elle chuckles softly, “Very.” At that time, a faint face time chime can be heard from one of the nearby bed rooms. Elle perks up and runs back to her room, where her phone is to see a call coming in from one of her friends from the college, a friend who happens to be on staff. “Hello?” Elle answers as the face time connects. 

Looking at the screen, at the image of herself, Elle grows disappointed. If she had known this would be over face time, she would have spent some more time preparing rather than outside and at the island in the kitchen. Her hair is a windblown, sand spotted mess on her head. Her cheeks are a deep red, thanks to the sun burn she’s been working on for the past couple of days, and she’s wearing an old t-shirt. 

“Hi, Elle, how are you?” Sarah asks, smiling. 

“Doing well, just got back from the beach a few minutes ago,” Elle answers. 

“How’s that?”

“Amazing. I’ve been having a lot of fun.”

Sarah smiles, “Well, that’s good. So, I was thinking we could just get this started. I have a few questions for you, is that okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Elle replies. And just like that, the interview is underway. 

Elle grabs a thermos from the cabinet, filling it up mostly with punch and adding a little vodka before mixing it in and closing it up. A smile is stretching from ear to ear as she walks out the door, towel and drink in hand. She walks down to the beach, where all of her friends are. As she approaches the spot where all of their belongings are on the sand, she drops her phone and towel off before grabbing a floatie and meeting Silas, Brenda, Seth, Chase, and Madison in their little huddle in the water. “Hey, guys, how’s it going?” Elle asks.

“Seth just got ocean water in my drink,” Silas replies, sending dirty looks Seth’s direction.

“Oh, you can make a new one,” Seth replies, defensively. 

“Or you can make me a new one,” Silas implies.

Brenda interrupts, “Have you already had your interview?” 

Elle nods, “I have. They called a few minutes after I plugged in my phone.”

“And?” 

“I got in,” Elle smiles, “they’ll be sending me e-mails with information soon. I’ll be moving in during August.” 

Everyone sighs of relief and smiles, with a hint of disappointment behind their eyes. It’s for the best that Elle got in, as Silas and Brenda have already signed on a one bedroom apartment’s lease and things are already starting to tie up for the two at ULM. Meanwhile, it’s also for the best that Elle gets out of Louisiana for a while. That being said, it’s going to be taxing to say goodbyes in a few weeks. Eight hours is a long ways away, and there’s no telling where the three friends will end up after so long. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m celebrating,” Elle smirks, shaking the thermos in her hand, “you should too.” 

Hours have gone by, and the friends are all standing on the balcony of the apartment and listening to music and drinking. Some people are a little more gone than others, as Silas twerks to Josephine Beat, and Brenda watches, laughing. Elle snapchats the moment for the sake of memories later on, and out of the blue something happens causing Brenda to slap Silas. Silas immediately runs for the edge of the balcony yelling, causing Elle to laugh uncontrollably. How fortunate, she would have that on video. 

At this point, no one is thinking of the future. Every mind is set on the now, and they’re all enjoying each other’s company. They’re enjoying the present, the things that they can control and see. “I want to go swimming again,” Silas says. 

“We’ll go in a minute,” Brenda replies, taking a sip of the margarita that Silas’s mom had previously made. 

Silas pouts, “Can we please go now? I’ve been wanting to go for a while now.”

A moment of silence passes before everybody agrees to put their swimsuits back on and go back down to the beach. It’s only a matter of minutes before all of the friends are ankle deep in the moonlit shores. Silas is the first to remove his shirt and shoes before running into the ocean. Brenda and Elle follow, taking off the clothes they put on over their swim suits, and running behind Silas. 

The moment feels infinite, the waves carrying them softly wherever the water wills and wherever they allow. A small wave of sadness rolls through Elle’s heart and mind, as she thinks of a near future where she will not have these times with her best friends. What will life with out their adventures be like? What will a day with out being with Brenda feel like? How about a day where Silas doesn’t make her laugh? What will life be like with out Silas and Brenda nearby? 

She sighs, realizing that there’s very little for her to worry about here. She can’t and won’t be able to do much about tomorrow, or the near future, for that matter. But, after two or three years, they will have a life time to make up for the time lost. Perhaps, they will move to New York after they all graduate like they said they would. Maybe, there will be bi-monthly trips out of state to see one another after they all begin to pursue their own careers. Whatever the case, they have a while to figure it out. They will have the rest of their lives to spend together. And, although they may wake up with clouded minds tomorrow, this is a moment Elle will hold onto. 

These moments, the ones spent with these two, will never be forgotten. These are the times she’ll remember best. 

-Lily

Song of the Day: Lost Boys, Ocean Park Standard

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Reckless Hearts With Lucky Stars

“We’re the reckless hearts, with lucky stars// Never fall apart, that’s the way we are// Promise, you’ll remember, don’t you ever// Change your colors, dancing with the thunder// Forever, no surrender, yeah we’re only getting younger// Always in our wonder years.”

PART 1

The wind blows effortlessly through her hair as she sticks her head through the sun roof. The moon lightly shines upon her face and the air seems to feel more serene than usual. The skies are dark, stars spotting delicately and beautifully across. The Music blares from her friend’s speakers, so loud she can hear it over the roaring of the wind in her ears. “With friends like you, who needs friends? I shut my mouth and we do it all again,” she sings loudly, embracing the moment with a fondness she hopes to remember. This is their specialty, running away. Running away from time is her favorite, but they also run from responsibilities, stress, and life the way it is. They’re good at it. 

Tonight they’re running from it all, and heading into the abyss of bad decisions, they only do it because they know that they will be okay no matter what. 

“So, what exactly are we doing?” her friend, Brenda, asks as she sits back down in her seat. 

Silas, her other friend, the one who’s driving turns on his turning signal. “I’m not sure, but I know that we’re going to start at Waffle House,” he answers as he brings the car to a stop. They’re at the traffic light next to their first stop. Elle sits back in her seat and grabs her wallet, she made some good money off of tips tonight, so Waffle House is about to get some decent business from three friends. Within the next minute or so, Silas parks his car in front of Waffle House and they all pile out of the car and go inside. They’re all in their pajamas, and they’re the only ones present, aside from the employees and one customer who sits at the high bar. The friends find a seat at a booth near the windows, and the waitress wastes no time approaching with silverware. 

Just as she finishes setting down everything she starts to ask about orders, “Will these be together or separate?” 

“Separate,” the friends answer in unison.

“Alright, what can I get started for y’all?” the waitress inquires. 

“I would like just a water,” Brenda answers, moving her menu to the side. 

Next, Silas places his order, “I would like a double hashbrown covered, smothered, and diced,  with a Mr. Pibb, please.” 

Lastly, Elle places her order, “An All-Star. I would like my eggs scrambled and the ham. And, can you put chocolate chips and peanut butter chips on my waffle too?”

“Sure thing, hon. Would you like hashbrowns or grits?” the waitress asks. 

Elle wrinkles her nose in disgust, she doesn’t like either one. “Can I have the grits, but in a bowl?”

“Yes ma’am, and you’re drink?” 

“Coke, please.” 

“Okay, I have a glass of water, a double hashbrown covered, smothered, and diced with a Mr. Pibb, and an All Star with Ham and scrambled eggs. You want your grits in a bowl, chocolate and peanut butter on your waffle, and a coke. Sound good?” The waitress verifies. The trio all nod together and the waitress walks to the kitchen. A moment of silence passes by as the friends watch the woman start their drinks and call in their order, “Pull one ham. Drop a double hashbrown. Mark a double hashbrown covered, smothered, and diced. An order scrambled, and a waffle.” 

The friends all turn to one another, Silas starting the conversation off, “How has y’all’s evening been?” 

“I finished all of my French home work and was just about to start on my math when you called,” Brenda starts.

“My evening has been pretty good. I’ve had the room to myself and I’ve gotten some work done, you?” Elle replies. 

“I don’t know, homework was starting to get the best of me. I had to get out of my room for a little bit,” Silas answers. “I was thinking we could go to the park when we got done here, or maybe the levee?”

“Park,” Brenda and Elle reply quickly.

Dinner goes by in a flash and before they know it, the friends are stopping by the nearest Gas station to pick up cigars and candy and drinks before setting on their journey to the park. 

It’s not that long of a drive, only a small stretch down Louisville Avenue, a right next to CVS, and then a left at the end of the street. Forsythe Park would be on the right after passing a big school that looked like a castle and a couple of nice houses. The park is always empty at this time, there’s really no reason for anybody to be out and about at this hour, 2:00 am. Truly, the only reason the friends are out at this hour is because their brains are going and going and going, and they may need a break. This park is one of the only empty and private spaces in the city that they can think of, and they’re content with that. 

They all run for the swings as soon as their feet touch the ground, running for the one thing that could help them find the balance they so desperately need. It’s ironic how they crave the childhood feeling but do as they had seen adults do for year, and light their cigars. The moment feels like an alternate reality almost. The sky, oddly enough, fades into a dark purple color across the horizon. The air feels crisp in comparison to the air they feel as if they were starting to choke on. Everything about this moment felt unreal, even the fact that the ashes of their cigars would fall back into their clothes as they swing forward. The three feel invincible and untouchable.

These are the times that Elle cherishes most and holds dearest to her heart. These two people are two of her absolute favorites, and she doesn’t think anything can ever change that. When they were together, anything could happen, and it would always play in their favor. 

Even tonight, messing up their lungs for 98 cents a piece and losing precious hours of sleep and study time, it feels perfect. Silas, Brenda, and Elle spend their time talking over the possibilities of the future. Maybe one day we’ll move to New York. We can live together next year. What are we doing this summer? Long term and short term plans, alike, brought Elle to a very happy spot, as she could see the three of them conquering life together, one move at a time.

She thinks over how fortunate she has been in finding the friends she has and she hopes that nothing ever changes. She loves who they are and who they are becoming as they age together. She has loved the moments dancing in the rain, with only the sound of the thunder. They could be forever, if they stick together. 

They’re ageless and unstoppable, and she sees the possibilities, they’re endless. 

There’s no horizon, as of now, and she feels okay with that. That means their on a ship, sailing forward, and in it for the long haul. Their journey has no end in sight, 

These are the Wonder Years. 

Song of the Day: Wonder Years, The Summer Set

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Petty Happiness for a Pretty Penny

We’ve all been there, our paycheck gets deposited and the first thing we want to do is reward ourselves. I’ll be honest in saying that it’s my favorite thing to do. Sadly, I do it more often than I should. Most recently, my moment of “treat yo’ self” occurred in March when I decided to buy six concert tickets to see a band I’ve been waiting three years to see. One for myself, and five tickets for some friends, as I hate going places on my own. In the moment, it was the best decision I have ever made. 

Now? I really wish I would have waited.

Each ticket cost $20.00 a piece, running my total to roughly $120.00, a little more after fees and tax. At the time, it wasn’t that bad of a decision. I had a well paying job and my car was in decent shape. Two months didn’t seem that far away, and I didn’t really see where I could go wrong. However, it only takes a week for things to unravel. My good paying job with better pay than I’d ever had took too much of a toll on my mental health for me to stay. And as of now, I have a flat on my tire with a lug nut (I think that’s what it’s called) missing. In other words, my car is immovable until this gets fixed, meaning I may not get to enjoy this concert the way that I thought I would. 

Here’s the thing, impulse is funny.  The word is defined as “a sudden strong and unreflective urge or desire to act.” This means anything done in impulse requires little to no thought, which sounds great and all until there’s a bump in the road. These are the times when you take a step back and say to yourself, “I really could’ve done something more productive and helpful than that. I should’ve known better.” How many times will people make a decision out of impulse and come to regret it later? 

In my case, all of my impulsive decisions occur when I want something to make me happy. My impulsive decisions serve as pick-me-ups until I have the time to think about what I just did. For example, two out of three of my tattoos have been impulsive decisions. I love them, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad that they’re a part of me, because they all three tell different parts of my story. That being said, I could have waited for the last two tattoos I got, and I could have spent the money that went into those in a better way. I could have set back that money for a rainy day or for groceries. Instead, I have ink stains on my skin that serve me no greater purpose other than to make me happy for a couple of hours after I got them. 

See, I have this really nasty habit of looking for petty happiness at the cost of a pretty penny. It’s a waste in every sense of the word. 

I once heard sin described as “Chocolate covered feces.” I get that, I really do. It looks great, tasty. It’s chocolate, what more can we ask for? But, you bite into and almost immediately, you realize that there are consequences and they are pretty crappy. (Pun intended, read it and weep.) However, I think this applies to happiness too. Again, Happiness has always been described to me as something that only lasts for a moment and fades away with time, and it’s proven true throughout my lifetime. Happiness is very fleeting, much like the chocolate shell of that feces you’re trying to eat. Joy on the other hand, is that favorite cake of yours. Rich and moist all the way through to the very last bite. You can savor it. It always leaves you feeling satisfied. The only difference here is that Cake isn’t everlasting, where as joy is. 

When it comes down to it, though, happiness and joy are synonymous with one another. They both come from good places, and they both give the same feeling, however, one is more of a heart thing. Where is your happiness/joy coming from? Is it eternal or is it fleeting? Are you paying through the nose for something that should come free? The Bible says that we can find joy in trying times, that we can delight in our hardships. 

“Consider it all joy, my brothers, when you encounter various trials.” (James 1:2, NIV) 

“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.” (Habakkuk 3:17-18, NIV) 

It also says that it’s a fruit of the spirit and we can find it in our relationship with God. 

“Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” (1 Peter 1:8-9, NIV) 

“I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.” (Isaiah 61:10, NIV)

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. “ (Galatians 5:22-23, NIV)

All of this to say that one needs to keep in mind the source of their joy. There’s no point looking for happiness in the things the world has to offer when you can remain joyful in where you are, even if it is hard. Why pay a pretty penny for petty happiness when you can get forever joy for free attitude? 

Be Joyful and eat your cake instead of settling  for the nuggets of fool’s gold you’ve been munching on for so long. 

-Lily

Song of the Day: Illusion, One Direction

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Going Head to Head With Fear

My biggest fears are as follows: heights, time, not being good enough, and loss. There you have it, a really big part of who I am has been revealed to you. I usually don’t tell people about those last two, but I am telling you for a reason. You’ll figure that out soon enough, though. 

Let me tell you about some things I’ve done, today. First, I woke up at 9 am instead of my usual time, which is anywhere between 12 and 2 pm.  I spent 10 minutes on a step climber despite the fact I wanted off on more than one occasion. The first time, I realized how high up the steps were and that I would be up there the whole time, climbing stairs (I fear stairs as they fall under the height category). The second time was at 5 minutes when I felt like I was shaking so much I would slip or pass out if I didn’t get off myself. But, I persevered, and I did it.  Thirdly, I worked out my left arm. Fourth, I did homework while also getting out and spending some quality time with a dear friend of mine, Olivia Lieb. AND, I got to FaceTime one of my best friends, Silas. I went to a video shoot that a classmate of mine, Derek, is working very hard on. And, I changed my tire. 

Now, I find myself here, making this post before going back to my homework. 

Look, each of those things are things I’ve had to work towards, teach myself, or force myself into. As mentioned in one of my previous posts, my fear of time has often kept me up at night, as I hate the idea of wasting something that I can’t earn more of. However, lately, I’ve been finding ways to wind down and go to bed at a somewhat decent hour. Some nights, I shower, read my bible, and watch an episode of The Office before knocking out. Other nights, I have to pop a little pill by the name of Melatonin. (If your brain doesn’t make its own neurotransmitters, store bought are perfectly fine, from what I understand.)  Regardless, I sleep well, and I usually wake up to my alarm, feeling pretty well rested. This way, I can more of my day, and I can actually socialize during the times I’m awake instead of grunting and hissing at any form of human interaction. My fear of time has motivated me to make more of the time I do have.

My fear of heights had very little to do with my overcoming the step climber, but it did play a small role (There’s no way I’m going to be beat by three extra feet between me and the ground. I’m not losing to three feet). The big thing that motivated me to stay on the step climber is also the thing that is motivating me to go to the gym. That is… drum roll….. My fear of Not being good enough. I’ve been overweight my whole life, and I’m sick of it. I’m going to the gym, and I’m trying to eat better (that’s the hard part, because I am the P I C K I E S T eater I know). That’s why I’m going to the gym, I just want to be healthier so I’m not so conscious of my appearance, so I’m not so scared of being rejected based off of it. And it’s so much more than just my appearance, it’s just the essence of who I am. Thus, the video shoot and a number of other things. I just have to tell myself that the best I can do is my best, and if that isn’t good enough, then tough. I’ve been learning to be nicer to myself and to love myself more. It’s a very slow process, and sometimes I question if I’m even improving, although I know I am. I’m no better than anyone else on this planet, but I’m also the best person I know. 

I might be a little too sassy at times, and maybe a little too loud in some settings. I’ve been told I’m shy, that I appear to be rude at first, and that I don’t really have a spine. But, I’m so frickin’ funny. I improvise well. I write decently. I’m kind. I give good compliments. I’m smart. I love people, and apparently, people love me. 

Which moves us into loss. Not much of my day had anything to do with Loss, but I do try to love people with everything I have, because I am so scared of losing someone I love. I’m also especially terrified of people I love dying or going away and them not knowing that somebody or myself loves them. When my dad was in the hospital the first night of his accident, he spent it in the ICU. We were told he probably wouldn’t be making it, and that terrified me so badly that I could not bring myself to leave the hospital (Although I HATE hospitals). I spent the night in a hospital for the first time since my parents took me home on December 26, 1997. Miraculously, my dad woke up that night rather than passing away. In turn, a prayer was answered, and I got more time with my dad. I got to tell him I love him, and I got to hear he loved me some more. We thought he was going to be okay, and then his health started onto another decline. I still remember the evening before he passed, watching my mother trying to feed him his favorite meal, and realizing we didn’t have much time left. I begged my mom to let me stay that evening, but I had school the next day. I had already missed too much school, and she told me he would be okay. I went home. The next day, he was gone. 

Nobody was there for him. 

I live with that everyday. The very thought of something like that happening again petrifies me. I want people to know I love them. Matter of fact, one of my favorite questions to ask people is “If you were to never see or hear from _____________ what would you miss most about them?” I feel like it tells me a lot about how much you truly value them, and what you value them for. I try to let everyone know what my answer for them would be every day through my words and my actions. 

The point here, today, is to drive yourself into uncomfortable things. Fear doesn’t have to be your driving force, but let it fuel you rather than shutting you down. Say, “I won’t be beat. I’m doing this.” Gear up and get going. Eventually, fear may not be fear anymore, it may just up and leave. Who knows? I’m not that far into this, yet. But, take on your fears, head first, and don’t let up. They shouldn’t be there to begin with. Consider Fear the annoying cousin that you invite to the birthday party for the sake of civility. Annoy them enough, they leave on their own. 

Song of the Day: Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea, Fall Out Boy

[brouskie-blog]

So I guess this is me saying H E L L O for the first time being that I’m new to this whole idea of having a blog and actually using it. I never thought I would be interested in having a blog until it dawned on me that I wanted a place where I could keep track of my thoughts and ideas that are endlessly circulating my brain. A very close friend of mine actually told me about this idea of keeping yourself together in one place. Everyday, people are constantly on the move and are experiencing things that can ultimately change their lives regardless if they planned it or rather it be one of those things that randomly occurs. So hence the idea of me keeping up with myself, kinda like a mental library, of the things that I experience on a day to day basis and either the obstacles or the paths they lead me on.  I am not really sure if this is something that I will keep up with but it is something that I am open minded about. Here is to trying something out of my comfort zone and into the unknown ways of the WORLD..

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Here’s To Good Advice and Trying My Best

As mentioned in my bio, I go to a ministry school in OKC, OK. If you want to be specific, I attend the best college of all time, Youth America College. I love it here, as I’ve grown into and out of a lot of things, but it’s all been for the better. This school has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time, and there are no doubts about that. Regardless of details, I brought this up to explain why this is here. 

Here at Youth America College, at the end of each practicum rotation, we get final evaluations. Evaluations are my favorite thing, because there’s nothing better than hearing about ways you can improve and getting told that you’re good at other things. (Words of Affirmation are my love language, so I live for times like these.) Well, today, I got to have my evaluation with Pastor Chandler, a leader here that is held to high-esteem. It went great, and I took mental notes for a majority of the time, and this was something he mentioned that I swore I would start tonight. So, here we are. I’m blogging and you can thank Pastor Chandler for that. 

He also told me that I need to work on my confidence, so I’ll give that a shot, too. This is going to be an awesome blog. Something to look at when you’re bored or need a laugh. Need a word of encouragement? I got you. Feel like reading a lot? Give me some time, there will be plenty to read soon. In need of a good laugh? I’m pretty frickin’ funny, or so I’ve been told. 

So, here’s to good advice and trying my best, because I’m going to put my best foot forward with the suggestion that was given to me. 

This blog will consist of a lot of random mind bundles, meaning I fully intend to write the way that I think. I’m going to aim for some sort of organization, thus tagging every post. But, every individual post may look something like a hoarder’s maze. 

Any way, that’s all I have for today, you know this being my first post and all. I don’t want to overwhelm anybody. But, I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I think I will. 

-Lily

Song of the Day: $ave Dat Money, Lil Dicky