Day 2

Today I am appreciative for a few things. First of all, it looks like I'll be going on my "first" Spring break... not that frolicking through Europe wasn't a Spring break, but I mean spring breaking U.S. style. I think we're going to rent a beachfront condo at Panama City Beach... chhyeah!!! If you want to come too, shoot me a message... after all, the more the merrier. :) I'm soooo excited.

Secondly, okay, let's be honest. My creative ingenue is begging to fly. I have conflicting ideals. I was born to manage, lead, whatever, as long as I'm in charge. President of National Honor Society here, okay?! But this repressed creative side of me that I have buried with my need to be at the top is starting to claw its way out of me. Now I have thousands of ideas that are risky and farfetched and AHHHH. Combining the two would be the ideal career. And who knew that job applications could be so lengthy? AHHHH. But, despite the overwhelmingly negative side I see to this issue of mine-- that I am afraid of everything because I'm afraid that I will have to give up something-- I have to see the positive that at least I am a talented individual. At least God blessed me with options. At least I will not be pigeon-holed into one career for the rest of my life. I'm the furthest thing from a person with tunnel vision... that's like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole for me. I observe a thousand things at one time. I'M A WOMAN. I'm a woman who refuses to settle. I'm a woman who knows what she wants... she just hasn't found it yet. I'm confused because I can't figure everything out just yet, but at least I'm not closed to any options. At least I can say that I am a woman who is blessed enough to have options. To have a future. To have family and friends who fully support her. At least I am a woman who lives in a country where she is free to think about and weigh her options. For that, I am grateful.

I am grateful that my parents lured me into running cross country in 6th grade with having a phone in my room. I'm not an intense everyday runner because it becomes too obsessive of a habit for me. So, instead I like to run once or twice a week and do yoga or bike to change it up a bit, but today I was running and counting the minutes until I was done (I literally count down in my head in seconds to pass the time) and it just hit me that I love exercise. Even though I can't wait until I'm done, I just love how I feel when I'm done. Nothing compares to those endorphins afterward. If I go more than a day without working out, I feel it. Just going for a walk makes me feel better about myself. And it's weird because most of my friends (not my guy friends) hate working out. So THIRDLY, I am grateful for the gift of exercise.

Schmoop... maybe once I am back in civilization I will start talking about people that impressed/impacted me that day. Until then, you'll have to depend upon my stellar revelations. Pretty soon you'll know me better than I know myself.