It's basically October, which means it is almost Thanksgiving. As far as I'm concerned, it might as well be Christmas. Let's skip right to Christmas cookies, Christmas movies, and Christmas music. I will never be tired of Christmas music. I'm already warming my voice up to hit those high notes in All I Want For Christmas. Mariah ain't got nothing on me.
This is semester got off to a crazy start. After Welcome Week, I dove head first into school and work and my internship. All of those things are going well, and I am finally falling into a routine. It took a good long while, but I finally have adjusted to waking up early, cooking dinners, finding time for homework.
So far, I have been doing my best to cherish memories. Senior year is no joke. Every ten seconds I get asked "What are you thinking about doing after graduation?" and every thirty seconds I get a panic attack thinking "Maybe I'll just drop out and own that cupcake shop after all." But after a year (almost) of practicing being "all in", I know how to deal with that mentality. So I get out my journal and I make a gratitude list. I list all the things I'm thankful for, and in doing so I toss anxiety and fear right out the window. I remember how much I am thankful for my life and how much I am loved. Even just little things like watching kids play Octopus tag on Wednesday nights or meeting social workers who love their jobs.
+Trinkets from August
|Springfield Cardinals game for $5 AND I got to hold this sweet little lady.|
|SATURDAY NIGHT LIGHTS selfies|
|I love these people.|
|You don't know college until you pile into a minivan with 8 other people you only barely know, ride around town putting your name in drawings to win stuff, and eating lunch together. This is what community looks like.|
|Notcho Ordinary Taco has my heart.|
|Pyeatt always captures my best.|
|Sometimes my early bird personality surrenders to the night owl and I stay up late with friends talking about life and longboarding. I can't longboard, so I just talk about what little I know about life.|
|When hiking gets rained out, we do the next best thing: Apple picking.|
|Apple Picking and movies make us tired.|