About a month ago I was approached with a very interesting opportunity to spend 5 weeks in Washington, DC as a part of a mini-rotation through one of the groups at my work. After some deliberation I decided to accept the offer and I now find myself as a temporary resident of the Capital City! I love it here! It’s a vibrant city. Alive and bustling and full of character! And although I haven’t had too much time to go see the sights that make this city famous, I still feel like I’ve been able to make a few observations:
1.Hummus. Hummus is everywhere. Every menu I’ve seen (with the exception of the one Mexican restaurant we’ve been to…yum…Mexican…I digress…) has offered hummus as an appetizer or somehow as an entrée. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some chickpeas, but I never realized that it was so popular that it would be offered with every meal. That being said, I ordered hummus and pita bread from room service last night and it was delicious.
2. Speaking of room service (and this is not an observation but rather a funny story that just needs to be told), after I enjoyed my delicious hummus I went to place the tray back out in the hallway and as my door was slamming shut I realized that I had not had the forethought to bring my room key with me, or to place a door stopper to keep the door from shutting. Which is how I found myself standing in the hallway (barefoot) wearing my pink and purple striped pajama pants and men’s size t-shirt. Oops. After silently evaluating the situation, cursing my lack of common sense, and eventually accepting that I didn’t have a whole lot of options I hung my head in shame and padded over to the elevator and through the lobby to get somebody to let me back in. Mind you that this is a hotel in the middle of downtown that is full of business travelers and other patrons dressed smartly, or at least not in their pajamas. Bear in mind also that it was 19 degrees and here I was without shoes on. It was a proud moment. I was politely escorted to my room by a security guard who, after making a joke or two about my outfit, proceeded to tell me that at least I had clothes on at all and launched into a hilarious, albeit slightly awkward, story about one poor guy who wasn’t as lucky.
3. People here walk. A lot. Want to go to dinner? Forget the cab and walk there! Time to go to work? Better start walking. Need to pick up a few things at CVS? Obviously you would walk there. I’m guessing it’s the result of the traffic, the ridiculously expensive parking, and the general convenience of simply being able to walk to places. Either way, I’ve done my fair share of walking already! Including an unfortunate series of events that resulted in a 30 block walking search for dinner in 20 degree weather. I’ve never desired a cab so badly in my life.
4. I also think its related to the whole “public transportation” thing. Which is brilliant by the way. Its just so convenient and practical and cheap! This kind of thing could really take off. Wait, what’s that? Public transportation is huge and crucial in most large metropolitan cities? Oh. You’d never know based on Texas’ use of mass transit systems.
5. You have to pay for plastic bags here. The first time I noticed this I was at CVS (having walked there of course) and the lady finished ringing up my 20+ items and asked if I would like a bag. I’m pretty sure I asked her to repeat herself 2-3 times, because I simply must have misunderstood. Why in the world would I NOT want a bag for the large quantity I was purchasing? Did she think that I would masterfully stack my items and balance them along my body on my windy walk home? Surely not. Then after I checked the receipt it dawned on me that I was charged $.05 per bag. I figured it was a CVS thing until I went to Macy’s and was again charged a nickel to bag my purchase. So apparently bags are not free here. If you want to avoid being charged you had better bring your own. Lesson learned Washington DC, lesson learned.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
To Whom it May Concern
Dear Internal Revenue Service,
I would formally like to issue a complaint against you. I would like to tell you that I do not appreciate you demanding that corporations pay you tax. I do not appreciate you deciding that they should all pay this aforementioned tax by the same day. And I certainly do not appreciate you insisting that all of those complicated tax laws, rules, and regulations be followed.
You see, it is because of you that I currently have no life [See Exhibit A]. I am officially declaring social bankruptcy because my life does not exist outside of preparing tax returns for this terrible September 15th deadline you have set. And due to this bankruptcy I think it goes without saying that I will not have the money to pay any taxes of my own this year.
Do you see the situation you have created? You have only yourself to blame.
Not so warm regards,
Jennifer
Exhibit A: I would like you to take notice that this complaint was issued at 10:30 on a Saturday night. Just think about that one for a bit.
I would formally like to issue a complaint against you. I would like to tell you that I do not appreciate you demanding that corporations pay you tax. I do not appreciate you deciding that they should all pay this aforementioned tax by the same day. And I certainly do not appreciate you insisting that all of those complicated tax laws, rules, and regulations be followed.
You see, it is because of you that I currently have no life [See Exhibit A]. I am officially declaring social bankruptcy because my life does not exist outside of preparing tax returns for this terrible September 15th deadline you have set. And due to this bankruptcy I think it goes without saying that I will not have the money to pay any taxes of my own this year.
Do you see the situation you have created? You have only yourself to blame.
Not so warm regards,
Jennifer
Exhibit A: I would like you to take notice that this complaint was issued at 10:30 on a Saturday night. Just think about that one for a bit.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Honduras 2010
Last week I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Honduras with the First Presbyterian Church of Grapevine. I had taken this trip before, back in 2005, and was looking forward to a chance to travel there again and spend time serving others. So almost exactly 5 years later I found myself back in the same (albeit much improved) Tegucigalpa airport, ready to board an un-airconditioned school bus to travel to the same ranch where we would stay, and to ultimately be at a remote village to do the same work I had done before. It seemed to me that this trip would be something of a repeat of the one before.
Boy was I wrong.
While the logistics remained the same, and the purpose remained the same, and even some of my team members remained the same, this was not the same trip. Not even close. What followed in that week was an intensely powerful experience.
We arrived at the Ranch on Sunday and were unable to visit the Village that day, as was usually the custom, since there were 3 groups staying at the Ranch and there simply was not enough transportation for that to be possible. We all wondered if it would be a detriment to not be able to go to the Village for a quick introduction to the people that we would work side-by-side with for the rest of the week. The people that unbeknownst to us would become more than villagers, that would become our friends.
When we arrived at the Village on Monday, after an hour's drive on a very, very, very bad road (I'm fairly certain that the majority of us sustained some sort of bruise or whiplash type injury from that repeated drive, but that's another story) we were greeted by the people of the Village who had come to the soccer field that served as the center of their tiny community. Except greeted might not be the right word. Yes, they had come to meet us, but the apprehension was evident. And it was so on both sides. There was almost a palpable feeling of tension as they wondered what our motives were, and we wondered if we were being met with resentment or with an open heart. After a quick introduction from our group leader we split into teams to begin working on the projects that were assigned for completion that week. My team's first job was to make 2 concrete floors for a young family. We walked with them to their house and got right to work mixing the concrete and taking it by the bucket-full to the owner of the house who was carefully pouring and leveling the floor. You could see the pride he took in such a process by his careful and deliberate work and it was truly moving. We worked hard until lunch time, and there was very little interaction between "us" and "them." It wasn't the language barrier that was keeping us separate, it was the same apprehension and uncertainty. Luckily we were able to finish the floors before lunch and were able to join with another group after lunch to help them finish up the floors they had to do. That's where I met Rosa, her son Alexa and Alexa's wife Trixie. Alexa and Trixie were 18 and had a 1 year old little boy. They were living with Rosa and her husband, along with Rosa's other young son. 7 people in a house no bigger than an average living room. But there was no need to pity them. It was evident right away that this was a joyful family who valued one another and who was doing just fine. And Rosa was one of the hardest workers I have ever seen. She carried those 80 pound bags of concrete up a hill with bare feet and with a skirt on, no less! Rosa did not speak any English, but she didn't need to. She communicated with smiles and those smiles said everything.
The next day we were to put a roof on a house that stood only as a frame made out of sticks. It wasn't until we got to the house that we realized it was Alexa and Trixie's house. We were putting a roof on their first home. The home where they would raise their precious baby boy and any other children they were blessed with. We also got to "mud" the house. This means we literally scooped up mud from the ground and packed it in between the stick frame. In essence we built the house from the ground up. The mudding was hard work. Really hard work. But if you ask anyone on that trip I think they would all agree that it was also the most rewarding project we did all week. Its not very often that you get to build a young couple their first home, and we weren't building it for them...we were building it with them. I think that's what made this trip so special. We didn't go down to Honduras to build some things and then just leave. We were working hard, but so were the people of the Village. Not a moment went by where they were working and we were not, or vice versa. There is an unparalleled sense of teamwork and of bonding that takes place when you work, usually in silence, right next to someone. We weren't there to do "charity" for them. We were there to work with them. And I think that made all the difference.
We continued to work on a few other projects during the week. A bible school was held 2 of the mornings. 2 latrines were dug. 2 more houses were mudded, and many more floors were completed. But what will always stand out in my mind and in my heart was that opportunity to help provide a first home. To work along side a community as they strove to make this couple's dream a reality. Not a single one of us can take any more credit for building that house than the person who worked next to them, whether that person was a member of our team or was an elder in the Village. We all worked together to make sure it got done.
But above all, what I will never forget was our last day when the Village had a fiesta to send us off. Gone were the two separate and distinct groups who barely made eye contact. Instead there were friends who exchanged tools, handshakes, and hugs. Gone were the children who timidly hid behind the windows of the school. Instead there were children full of smiles and joyous laughter who gave more hugs than I even knew was possible. Gone was the apprehension. Gone were the concerns. All that remained was a feeling of mutual respect and of pride. Pride in the hard work that was done. Pride in the amazing things we were all able to complete in such a short time. Pride in being brothers and sisters in Christ. The preacher and another man in the Village sang us a song that was so moving and so powerful that we didn't even need to know what they were singing. Grown men who had said very few words all week were moved to tears. Rosa was moved to tears. I was moved to tears. A week ago we were strangers. Now we were united by something much bigger than ourselves.
This was definitely not the same trip I took 5 years ago. God allowed my heart to be transformed on this trip. To be humbled. To be grateful. Not for how many possessions and luxuries I have in comparison to the people of Honduras, but rather grateful to see His love at work.
No, this was not the same trip.
Boy was I wrong.
While the logistics remained the same, and the purpose remained the same, and even some of my team members remained the same, this was not the same trip. Not even close. What followed in that week was an intensely powerful experience.
We arrived at the Ranch on Sunday and were unable to visit the Village that day, as was usually the custom, since there were 3 groups staying at the Ranch and there simply was not enough transportation for that to be possible. We all wondered if it would be a detriment to not be able to go to the Village for a quick introduction to the people that we would work side-by-side with for the rest of the week. The people that unbeknownst to us would become more than villagers, that would become our friends.
When we arrived at the Village on Monday, after an hour's drive on a very, very, very bad road (I'm fairly certain that the majority of us sustained some sort of bruise or whiplash type injury from that repeated drive, but that's another story) we were greeted by the people of the Village who had come to the soccer field that served as the center of their tiny community. Except greeted might not be the right word. Yes, they had come to meet us, but the apprehension was evident. And it was so on both sides. There was almost a palpable feeling of tension as they wondered what our motives were, and we wondered if we were being met with resentment or with an open heart. After a quick introduction from our group leader we split into teams to begin working on the projects that were assigned for completion that week. My team's first job was to make 2 concrete floors for a young family. We walked with them to their house and got right to work mixing the concrete and taking it by the bucket-full to the owner of the house who was carefully pouring and leveling the floor. You could see the pride he took in such a process by his careful and deliberate work and it was truly moving. We worked hard until lunch time, and there was very little interaction between "us" and "them." It wasn't the language barrier that was keeping us separate, it was the same apprehension and uncertainty. Luckily we were able to finish the floors before lunch and were able to join with another group after lunch to help them finish up the floors they had to do. That's where I met Rosa, her son Alexa and Alexa's wife Trixie. Alexa and Trixie were 18 and had a 1 year old little boy. They were living with Rosa and her husband, along with Rosa's other young son. 7 people in a house no bigger than an average living room. But there was no need to pity them. It was evident right away that this was a joyful family who valued one another and who was doing just fine. And Rosa was one of the hardest workers I have ever seen. She carried those 80 pound bags of concrete up a hill with bare feet and with a skirt on, no less! Rosa did not speak any English, but she didn't need to. She communicated with smiles and those smiles said everything.
The next day we were to put a roof on a house that stood only as a frame made out of sticks. It wasn't until we got to the house that we realized it was Alexa and Trixie's house. We were putting a roof on their first home. The home where they would raise their precious baby boy and any other children they were blessed with. We also got to "mud" the house. This means we literally scooped up mud from the ground and packed it in between the stick frame. In essence we built the house from the ground up. The mudding was hard work. Really hard work. But if you ask anyone on that trip I think they would all agree that it was also the most rewarding project we did all week. Its not very often that you get to build a young couple their first home, and we weren't building it for them...we were building it with them. I think that's what made this trip so special. We didn't go down to Honduras to build some things and then just leave. We were working hard, but so were the people of the Village. Not a moment went by where they were working and we were not, or vice versa. There is an unparalleled sense of teamwork and of bonding that takes place when you work, usually in silence, right next to someone. We weren't there to do "charity" for them. We were there to work with them. And I think that made all the difference.
We continued to work on a few other projects during the week. A bible school was held 2 of the mornings. 2 latrines were dug. 2 more houses were mudded, and many more floors were completed. But what will always stand out in my mind and in my heart was that opportunity to help provide a first home. To work along side a community as they strove to make this couple's dream a reality. Not a single one of us can take any more credit for building that house than the person who worked next to them, whether that person was a member of our team or was an elder in the Village. We all worked together to make sure it got done.
But above all, what I will never forget was our last day when the Village had a fiesta to send us off. Gone were the two separate and distinct groups who barely made eye contact. Instead there were friends who exchanged tools, handshakes, and hugs. Gone were the children who timidly hid behind the windows of the school. Instead there were children full of smiles and joyous laughter who gave more hugs than I even knew was possible. Gone was the apprehension. Gone were the concerns. All that remained was a feeling of mutual respect and of pride. Pride in the hard work that was done. Pride in the amazing things we were all able to complete in such a short time. Pride in being brothers and sisters in Christ. The preacher and another man in the Village sang us a song that was so moving and so powerful that we didn't even need to know what they were singing. Grown men who had said very few words all week were moved to tears. Rosa was moved to tears. I was moved to tears. A week ago we were strangers. Now we were united by something much bigger than ourselves.
This was definitely not the same trip I took 5 years ago. God allowed my heart to be transformed on this trip. To be humbled. To be grateful. Not for how many possessions and luxuries I have in comparison to the people of Honduras, but rather grateful to see His love at work.
No, this was not the same trip.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Pretty Much a Perfect Weekend
So this weekend was pretty fantastic. You know, one of those weekends where everything just seems to fall nicely into place, and time goes by just slow enough to allow you to forget that yet another Monday is fast approaching.
Friday I met some friends after work for dinner on the patio of a really fun restaurant. And after a delicious dinner and margarita we made our way to another patio to hang out for the rest of the night. The weather was fantastic and the place was packed. Despite having not one, but TWO drinks accidentally thrown at my feet (and a nicely bruised elbow that was the result of a flying drink scaring me so much that I gracefully slammed by elbow into the corner of the stair rail I was leaning against) it was a really fun night!
Saturday my dear friend Suzy and I took a leisurely 4 mile walk around White Rock Lake - which is a nice little escape from downtown Dallas. Its amazing how easy it is to feel far away from the big city when you are surrounded by real nature, and not the kind that is manufactured with a few planted trees and a nicely placed flower or two. After getting some serious exercise it was only fitting to negate all of the afore mentioned exercise with a burger, fries, and chocolate milkshake from Braums. Because sometimes the craving just hits. And who am I to tell that craving that is not worthy of being satisfied? And nothing completes a nice meal like an hour long nap. So thats exactly what I did when I got home. I woke up in time to take a shower and head back over to Suzy's house where we had some wine, baked a pizza, watched a movie, and made Oreo cake balls. Does it really get much better than that? I mean I guess we could have thrown a cuddly puppy in the mix, but all in all it was pretty perfect.
Sunday I tried out a church that I have been wanting to go back to for a couple of months then had a nice afternoon of reading and grocery shopping. Then it was off to Melinda and Jeff's house to enjoy an amazing cook-out in the amazing weather in their newly finished amazing patio. Good friends and good food. Once again, it just doesn't get much better than that.
So now its time to get some sleep and welcome the new week, although I will do so begrudgingly. At least I have had a fantastic weekend to start me off on the right foot. I cant think of much that could have been better, unless we could have gotten our hands on that cuddly puppy...
Friday I met some friends after work for dinner on the patio of a really fun restaurant. And after a delicious dinner and margarita we made our way to another patio to hang out for the rest of the night. The weather was fantastic and the place was packed. Despite having not one, but TWO drinks accidentally thrown at my feet (and a nicely bruised elbow that was the result of a flying drink scaring me so much that I gracefully slammed by elbow into the corner of the stair rail I was leaning against) it was a really fun night!
Saturday my dear friend Suzy and I took a leisurely 4 mile walk around White Rock Lake - which is a nice little escape from downtown Dallas. Its amazing how easy it is to feel far away from the big city when you are surrounded by real nature, and not the kind that is manufactured with a few planted trees and a nicely placed flower or two. After getting some serious exercise it was only fitting to negate all of the afore mentioned exercise with a burger, fries, and chocolate milkshake from Braums. Because sometimes the craving just hits. And who am I to tell that craving that is not worthy of being satisfied? And nothing completes a nice meal like an hour long nap. So thats exactly what I did when I got home. I woke up in time to take a shower and head back over to Suzy's house where we had some wine, baked a pizza, watched a movie, and made Oreo cake balls. Does it really get much better than that? I mean I guess we could have thrown a cuddly puppy in the mix, but all in all it was pretty perfect.
Sunday I tried out a church that I have been wanting to go back to for a couple of months then had a nice afternoon of reading and grocery shopping. Then it was off to Melinda and Jeff's house to enjoy an amazing cook-out in the amazing weather in their newly finished amazing patio. Good friends and good food. Once again, it just doesn't get much better than that.
So now its time to get some sleep and welcome the new week, although I will do so begrudgingly. At least I have had a fantastic weekend to start me off on the right foot. I cant think of much that could have been better, unless we could have gotten our hands on that cuddly puppy...
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
One Month in to 2010
And I'm back. Although I'm afraid I don't have much to say. Which I'm fairly certain is due to the fact that nobody is actually reading this blog. Which begs the question: If I write a blog, and nobody is around to read it...did I really blog?
Right. Anyway. Moving on.
So far this has been a really good year. I've decided that this year is "Twenty Ten - the Year of Jenn." Clever, right? Originally it was "2010- The Year of Men" because I have high hopes of meeting someone great. But alas, I decided that I needed to not focus on my love life (or lack thereof?) and instead focus on myself. So this is the year that I'm going to do all sorts of things that make me happy! Go skiing for the first time in almost 20 years? Check. Run a half- marathon? Yes please. Finally get involved in a bible study? Already signed up. Go on dates just for the sake of getting back out there? You bet. Take another trip to Vegas to celebrate the up-coming wedding of one of my oldest and best friends? Absolutely. Learn to cook and to enjoy the process as much as the end result? Looking forward to it. Take up biking? As long as I can afford the bike! Take an acting class? Ok, actually I'm going to have to talk myself into that one. But you get the point.
So here's to trying new things and learning a little bit more about myself in the process. Here's to 2010!
Right. Anyway. Moving on.
So far this has been a really good year. I've decided that this year is "Twenty Ten - the Year of Jenn." Clever, right? Originally it was "2010- The Year of Men" because I have high hopes of meeting someone great. But alas, I decided that I needed to not focus on my love life (or lack thereof?) and instead focus on myself. So this is the year that I'm going to do all sorts of things that make me happy! Go skiing for the first time in almost 20 years? Check. Run a half- marathon? Yes please. Finally get involved in a bible study? Already signed up. Go on dates just for the sake of getting back out there? You bet. Take another trip to Vegas to celebrate the up-coming wedding of one of my oldest and best friends? Absolutely. Learn to cook and to enjoy the process as much as the end result? Looking forward to it. Take up biking? As long as I can afford the bike! Take an acting class? Ok, actually I'm going to have to talk myself into that one. But you get the point.
So here's to trying new things and learning a little bit more about myself in the process. Here's to 2010!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Hope.
Hope. It's simple. Its a 4 letter word. It's merely an arrangement of letters.
But I can think of few words that carry a heavier meaning than Hope. It's thrown about casually, "I hope I can leave work early today." Its thrown around selfishly, "I hope I get that sweater I've had my eye on for Christmas." Its thrown about with false pretenses, "I hope she knows I'm only saying these things because I care about her." Hope is a word that is profoundly powerful, but yet has somehow become just another verb to throw into a sentence. Want...wish...hope...they all have come to mean the same thing.
But Hope is more. Hope is not just wishing for something to be a certain way, or for someone to do a certain thing, or for circumstances to fall into place just as you think they should. No, Hope is more. Hope is believing is something greater than yourself. Hope is Faith. Can you really have one without the other? Without Faith, Hope would be nearly impossible. How can you Hope for something if there isn't an underlying Faith that what you Hope for can be provided? And what is there to have Faith in if there is nothing to Hope for?
We all Hope for something. Whether it be safety for our loved ones, or for a resolution for conflict both inside and out, or for a lifetime of happiness and security. And we Hope because we have Faith. Faith that these things we Hope for can be provided. That they will be provided. And even if our Hopes are not met in the way that we would wish for, there must still be Faith. Faith in the plan that God has. A plan that is bigger than any of us. Because He Hopes for us too. And its not a casual, meaningless, or selfish Hope. He Hopes for us in the way the we should Hope for ourselves. And ultimately we must have Faith in allowing his Hopes to become our reality.
Hope. A simple 4 letter word.
But I can think of few words that carry a heavier meaning than Hope. It's thrown about casually, "I hope I can leave work early today." Its thrown around selfishly, "I hope I get that sweater I've had my eye on for Christmas." Its thrown about with false pretenses, "I hope she knows I'm only saying these things because I care about her." Hope is a word that is profoundly powerful, but yet has somehow become just another verb to throw into a sentence. Want...wish...hope...they all have come to mean the same thing.
But Hope is more. Hope is not just wishing for something to be a certain way, or for someone to do a certain thing, or for circumstances to fall into place just as you think they should. No, Hope is more. Hope is believing is something greater than yourself. Hope is Faith. Can you really have one without the other? Without Faith, Hope would be nearly impossible. How can you Hope for something if there isn't an underlying Faith that what you Hope for can be provided? And what is there to have Faith in if there is nothing to Hope for?
We all Hope for something. Whether it be safety for our loved ones, or for a resolution for conflict both inside and out, or for a lifetime of happiness and security. And we Hope because we have Faith. Faith that these things we Hope for can be provided. That they will be provided. And even if our Hopes are not met in the way that we would wish for, there must still be Faith. Faith in the plan that God has. A plan that is bigger than any of us. Because He Hopes for us too. And its not a casual, meaningless, or selfish Hope. He Hopes for us in the way the we should Hope for ourselves. And ultimately we must have Faith in allowing his Hopes to become our reality.
Hope. A simple 4 letter word.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
My Year.
Last week was a big week for me. It was the closing of one chapter and the beginning of another. It was the week I turned 25. Before you roll your eyes at the very notion of a chapter of life being closed at the ripe old age of 24, you have to understand that 24 was a year unlike any I have ever had before. It was the toughest I've ever been through, in fact. My world basically turned upside down this past year, and its just now starting to right itself. Had you told me on my 24th birthday what was in store for me, I probably would have taken my party hat and ran. Ran back to the age of 23 when my biggest concern was whether I should have queso or pizza as my late night meal. But life changed. Circumstances changed. I changed.
That being said, I'm looking forward to a good year. I've decided that if I approach this year with an open heart and with a genuine optimism for the road ahead, that maybe, just maybe this will be my year.
My year to learn what it means to truly have faith.
My year to find out that I am so much stronger than I ever knew I was, and to always stand up for myself.
My year to take care of myself, to heal my broken heart, and to learn that being sad something is over doesn't mean it was ever right.
My year to see my worth and to not be afraid to let others see it too.
My year to try new things.
My year to be a kinder, more forgiving person.
My year to understand that though every person has good in them, not everybody is a good person to have in my life.
My year to surround myself only with people that make me happy, with people that truly care.
My year to find a way to make a difference in someone else's life.
My year to grow deeper in my relationship with my Father.
My year to do things that I would have never done before.
My year to laugh, to love, and to truly live.
Maybe if I will it...it will be. Maybe this will be my year.
That being said, I'm looking forward to a good year. I've decided that if I approach this year with an open heart and with a genuine optimism for the road ahead, that maybe, just maybe this will be my year.
My year to learn what it means to truly have faith.
My year to find out that I am so much stronger than I ever knew I was, and to always stand up for myself.
My year to take care of myself, to heal my broken heart, and to learn that being sad something is over doesn't mean it was ever right.
My year to see my worth and to not be afraid to let others see it too.
My year to try new things.
My year to be a kinder, more forgiving person.
My year to understand that though every person has good in them, not everybody is a good person to have in my life.
My year to surround myself only with people that make me happy, with people that truly care.
My year to find a way to make a difference in someone else's life.
My year to grow deeper in my relationship with my Father.
My year to do things that I would have never done before.
My year to laugh, to love, and to truly live.
Maybe if I will it...it will be. Maybe this will be my year.
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