Someday I will...

If you've never read The Daily Tay's blog, then today is the day to do it.

I am so excited to link-up with her!

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Someday I will...play my guitar and sing at an open mic night.

Someday I will...be a soccer mom and teach my kids how not to be an angry player and to enjoy the game.

Someday I will...complete everything on my to-do list for the day and then reward myself with a shopping trip to target.

Speaking of target, Someday I will...walk into the store and buy whatever I want without thinking about how much I am spending.

Someday I will...learn how to walk into a church without feeling like everyone in the building is going to hurt me.

Someday I will...work with teens again and be reminded of the passion I have for their generation.

Someday I will...spend all day reading a book in a hammock not on the beach but in the woods.

Someday I will...cook an entire thanksgiving dinner and not poison anyone who eats it.

Someday I will...think of more things I would like to do today, but today is definitely not that day. 

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Integration of Faith and Career

If you did not know, I am going to graduate school to receive my masters in Counseling Psychology. I am also attending a school that integrates faith into my classes. I have had a lot of questions on why this is important to me and today in class I realized why. 

If I did not believe in the Resurrection of Jesus, then I could not be a counselor. 

Now I am not saying you can only counsel people if you believe in God. I am saying that I could not counsel people if I did not believe in God.

I realize that as a counselor I have to believe my clients can die to their habits, tragedy, issues, whatever you want to call it. And then I need to believe they can rise again from death. 

If you are not tracking with me, then I am sorry. Putting this idea to words is difficult.

To make more sense I will give you an example from my life:

My first few weeks in Seattle were more difficult than I expected. I did not realize until lately that I had entered into depression and it was taking me to my grave. It seeped into every aspect of my life and I lost a little bit of who I was. Then one day the depression ended-it entered its death and I rose again back to the person I remember. 

The Resurrection story is so important to my career. 

I'm curious on how faith is integrated into your own career.

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Thankfulness

I was asked in class today to live a life that takes the mundane and see the extraordinary in it.

So here it goes:

Time to try new experiences and build new relationships.

Skype sessions with my brother and our bond over AU.

Rainy days for the renewal they bring.

Brakes that stop at just right moment when you are hydroplaning.

Quality conversations filled with honesty. 

Driving and having the privilege to do it. 

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The life of a crier...

So have you seen this video before?

Well, if you haven't, click play right now. Then re-watch it after you stop laughing.

Now let me explain why I used this video to describe the life of a crier.

As Kristen says so delicately, "If I am not between a 3 and a 7, then I am crying."

Well, this is the life of a crier. If I am not in those levels, then I can guarantee you can find me crying away. 

If I am angry, sad, happy, frustrated, laughing too hard, choking...whatever it is, I am crying.

You can also find me crying if someone else is or trying to fight the urge to break into tears.

For some odd reason, the big man upstairs deciding to grace me with the ability to cry in all circumstances and sometimes for no reason what so ever.

One day I was doing the laundry and started crying for no reason what-so-ever!

Are any of you bloggers out there criers too? 

Or am I the only one in this gang?

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Dear Rachel

We need to have a talk.

 

Your life has been busy, there is no argument there.

You moved across the country, started graduate school, and began a new job.

You moved into a house with four strangers, you've spent time getting to know people in your program and outside of it.

 

You spend many hours reading, few hours sleeping. and many moments not appreciating.

You keep wanting to jump ahead, but I think you need to slow down and smell the roses.

Yes, I just told you to smell the roses. Pump the brakes and just stop for a minute. Stand outside and appreciate the weather, listen to what your roommate is sharing with you, and be aware of your surroundings.

 

I know you love being busy and all, but just stop it.

Just breathe. Just rest. Just be.

 

The future will still be there if you do this. Your tomorrow is still being granted to you.

Can you just say thank you for this minute, this hour, this day?

Can you just let life be and welcome what is given to you?

 

I want you to love yourself through these changes in your life and to give yourself some grace.

Sometimes you're not going to make the best choices, actually, you're going to make some pretty bad ones, but its okay. Get up, brush the dirt of your knees, and start again.

Forgive yourself and love yourself.

You are not perfect nor were you created to be.

You are human and with that comes the actions of being human.

 

Love yourself dear friend, love yourself.

 

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Feeling Like A Baby

Usually I am not someone who thinks about age. I see people for who they are and not for the number they identify with. However, since I have been in Seattle I have never felt more like a baby. 

In my house, I am the youngest.

At work, I am one of the youngest.

At school, I am one of the youngest.

And I am struggling. No one has purposely labeled me a baby, but its the little actions that make me feel like I am the youngster. I haven't lived as much or learned as much. My opinion isn't as qualified as someone older than me.

Once again, no one has said these to me, but it's hard not feel that these thoughts or words may be passing between people around me. 

Have you ever experienced this feeling? How did you overcome it?

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Brave, Courage, and Haunting

You must listen to this song while you read this post so pres PLAY now.

A dear friend and lovely woman said this the other day at orientation:

"I hope courage haunts you."

I was immediately struck at the beauty of that sentence. To be haunted sounds terrifying, but to be haunted by courage sounds like to biggest gift I could ever receive. Bravery has been my life word for the last month. 

If you didn't know, I moved across the country from all familiarity to a city, a huge one to be exact. I came knowing very few people and moved into an area that I had never lived in. I began a job that I had way too many concerns about and constantly face the new environment every day. I also started dating which is just scary by itself. 

Being brave is what wakes me up every day. I have found myself just turning off my alarm and laying in bed trying to convince myself that I can conquer the day. Some days I lay there for a few minutes and others it seems like an hour. All I can do is be brave. 

I've started grad school and I literally wanted to run away the first day. How did I get here? Do I seriously want to study for another three years? The real answer is no. I do not want to be in school for another three years, but the reason I don't want to is because I know there is going to be a lot of change with grad school. I of course chose a program that not only teaches you, but asks you to take what you learn and apply it to your life. Being brave is the only thing pushing me through it.

So for some odd reason I've invited courage and bravery to haunt me. I have asked them to awake me every morning and to push me when I am choosing to stand back. 

I am choosing to be brave.

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