Ready or Not

I'm really tired of the question "Are you ready for school to start?" School is such a big thing - it's like asking me if I'm ready for life. The short answer is no. I'm not ready for the pressure and long days and constant scheduling of my every waking moment. It's something I choose but it somehow seems involuntary. I want to journal and play guitar - to take a pottery class and do yoga, yet somehow my inner voice doesn't let me. "Do homework", it says. I DON'T EVEN HAVE HOMEWORK YET. Is there a balance between academics, Senate, and who I was before all of this? My goal is to find it - without losing all I have gained. To walk away from it all is to walk away from everything I know. How do I get parts of me back without disregarding what experience has taught me?

There's a Binky Under My Seat

It's an overwhelming feeling when something you believed in so much can gaze back at you. 9 months of drama, tears, and debates about abortion resulted in something amazing - my niece. Aaliyah, who was bright eyed and smiling when I told her goodbye at 5 in the morning, has brought more joy to my family than anything I can remember. I held back tears when I left, knowing that when I return she will be crawling, cooing, and I will have missed so much. Today I couldn't help but smile when unloading my car - her pacifier was under my seat. It will go back in the mail soon, but for now it's a reminder of where I come from - my town, my home, my family - and of what can happen when people make the choice to believe in each other.

Trying Out The Wagon

So many of my friends are in to this thing called blogging. I've always enjoyed reading theirs, feeling that it helped me understand them more. In an attempt to learn more about blogs, I'm starting my own - jumping on the band wagon per se. Ready or not, here I come.