Adventure calls

In case you've been living under a rock or just happened to stumble upon my blog by accident, you should probably know that I made a big move from the lone star state to the bay state in November of last year.  It's been the biggest step so far in writing a better story for my life, and that's really what this blog is going to be about, so I thought I'd put it out there for ya. 

For those of you who haven't been living under a rock and intentionally stumbled upon my blog and graciously kept your "what the......why?!?!" thoughts in your heads, here's your answer: 

Because.

Did that help?  No?  Oh. Yeah, I guess it wasn't that simple.  And I can't answer that question in one post.  I'm not entirely sure that I know the whole story about why I'm here yet.  In fact, I'm absolutely positive I don't know the whole story.  That's part of why I came: to experience what God has in store for me here. 

What I do know is that I felt increasingly stagnant in Texas.  I had little motivation, was trying to fit in where I did not, and saw my life as this straight, wide, grey, boring road with a few potholes but nothing too dangerous or exciting.  And on either side of the road were the most beautiful wildflowers and narrow, crooked paths that led to adventure. 

Super cheesy, right?  But I couldn't shake that vision.  And all I knew was that I had to get off the grey road and explore.  So I gathered every penny I had to my name, booked my first ever one-way ticket, shipped my car, 

shipped all of my belongings (Allied = highly recommended), 

 

spent an incredible weekend at the wedding of two of my very best friends,

 spent my last night in Texas with my crazy, awesome, extraordinary family,

 got on a plane with my loyal and adventurous pup,

 and [after spending three weeks with my incredibly generous and accommodating aunt and uncle] finally landed in my new home!

So here I am learning the benefits and challenges of independence and taking advantage of a real chance, not to start over, but to change my story.  I have faith that God has great things planned for me, and I can't wait to share them with you.  

=)

Courting a better story

I have entirely too many thoughts swirling around in my head.  It's a real problem. As in, I'm starting to think that I may suffer from ADHD. But I digress.  The point is that I decided to start a blog after years of failed attempts at consistent journaling.  My journals (plural not because some are full, but because I get bored with what they look like and begin the search for "the perfect journal" all over again) typically look something like this:

January 1, 200_: I think it would help me not go crazy if I journal....

Following entries:January 2; January 3: January 25; March 16

January 1, 200_: OK so last year's effort didn't really work. This year I'm really going to keep up with my journal.

Following entries: January 2; January 15; May 3

January 1, 200_: I WILL keep up with my journal this year.

Following entries: none.

I genuinely enjoy writing, but journaling is time consuming and I can't write nearly as fast as I can think.  Suddenly my eloquent and well thought-out entries become bulleted lists of events and feelings, penned more out of a feeling of obligation than anything. I can't type as fast as I think either, but I can type a heck of a lot faster than I can write. Enter the blog!

I've known what I'd name my blog ever since I finished reading this book.  Unfortunately, several other people were also inspired by that book and had the same great idea.  But, guess what?  I don't care.  

Now, about the book.  First I'll say that I did a significant amount of driving over a few days at the end of July.  I love driving because it affords me the unique opportunity to be completely alone so I can do embarrassing things like think out loud and sing at the top of my lungs.  My sweet sweet friend, Lori, had suggested that I read a book by Don Miller--whose work I already admired--called "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years."  Knowing that I had hours upon hours of driving ahead of me, I decided to buy it as an audiobook (when was the last time YOU listened to a book on tape?!).  Let me tell you, I was enraptured! I won't tell you much about it because you really should pick up a copy and read it yourself, but essentially it is about Don's realization that his life was (in his opinion) boring, and the actions he took to make it more memorable--to make it a better story.  It was pretty convicting, to say the least.  And that conviction was not a new feeling...

This is the sort-of depressing part.  

I did not know Lauren Lewis or Lauren Baker, but I can say without hesitation that they have both changed my life.  I know people say that, but I'm serious.  Both were students at Texas A&M; both were friends with many of my friends; both were taken from this earth way too soon.  

The life-changing part is the reaction that followed both of their deaths: an immense outpouring of love and support from the Aggie family for their friends and family.  Both of these girls had touched so many lives and (at least, according to Facebook posts and comments in the newspapers, etc) had been the kind of women that made others want to be better people. 

Hearing and reading stories about these phenomenal women made me take a hard look at how I was living my life.  What kind of an example am I setting for those around me by the life that I'm living and the actions I'm taking?  If I die tomorrow, what will people say about me? If I die tomorrow, what will I say about me?

If I die tomorrow, what will God say about me?

I'm not trying to sound morose or self-righteous or anything like that...I just know that there are people in my life who inspire me with their words and actions.  They are people who take risks and give selflessly and really LIVE. So of course I love to think I could live my life that way and possibly inspire someone else to do the same.  But I don't think I've been that person yet.  I've let so many moments and opportunities pass me by; I've done things I'm not proud of; I've made decisions that have hurt the people I love.  But I realize I'm only human and I know I'll continue to make mistakes, no matter how pure my intentions.

So that brings me to today.  Today I start simplifying.  Today I get back to what's important and try to make the most of my short life.  Because it IS short and we only get one shot at it.

Ultimately God is the author of my story, but I'm going to try my hardest to make whatever parts I get to write exciting, memorable, and maybe even inspirational.  It will have adventure, trials, drama, love, heartache, and whatever else God wants in it.  But most importantly, it will be mine, and it will be better than the first twenty-something chapters have been.