Whimsy & Climbing Mountains

Some days, the future feels like a looming, messy mountain that I don’t know how to climb.  I’ve been in a period of transition for the past six months–suspended between one area of life and another.  There are so many roads, so many possibilities, and the constant pressure to know my route.  “What are you doing now that you’ve graduated college, Amelia?”  “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  “When are you going to have things figured out?”  I do my best to push aside the uncertainties, but some days it just eats at me.

Today, though, the future feels whimsical.  I don’t know where life will lead me.  I’m not planning it out.  My strategy is to take things one step at a time, starting with this day.   If I can figure out the now, I can cross the next bridge when I come to it.

This evening, my mom and I had some quality Mother/Daughter time.  We went shopping, saw a movie in theaters, and had dinner at a restaurant.  It was so much fun to get away from work and just soak in life.  The drive home brought deep conversations about life, faith, and the future.  Our talk got the gears turning in my mind, which lead me to writing this post.

Recently, I came across the following quote:

“Whimsy doesn’t care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.” Bob Goff, Love Does

There are a lot of great things happening in my life right now.  Tomorrow, I attend a board meeting that will solidify my first big girl/real adult job.  It’s not a full-time position, nor is it permanent.  It’s a a door that has opened unexpectedly–I didn’t apply for it…  It just sort of happened. But it’s perfect opportunity to gain professional skills and get me from one place to the next.

The future is still there and it is still very much unknown.  But right now, the mountain doesn’t seem so daunting.  From where I’m standing, the mountain is beautiful and I’m starting to see the path.  I can’t wait to lace up my boots and start climbing.

There are so many things I’m unsure of.  But I know one thing: I’m on my way.

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I’m normally not a taker of selfies, but yesterday was so sunny and lovely I couldn’t help myself. (Also, it was a good hair day, which is rare.)

Stolen moments at home

For the past few weeks, the only thing I’ve been looking forward to was the moment I could get in my car and drive away from the tiny college town where I live.  And oh, when that moment came, it sure was sweet.

There’s something incredibly special about being home.  I haven’t spent more than a week here since last January, so my time here seems like stolen moments of peace.  It’s like I get to return to a closed chapter of my life for a short time.  I don’t get to go back to my childhood, but at least I can sleep once more in my bed and cuddle with my cat.

In light of my impending graduation, being home feels more real than college.  In a handful of months I’ll be handed my diploma and sent into the world.  (Assuming my senior seminar does not kill me, that is.)  When I go into the world in May, the first place I’m going to go is home.  I’m going to move back into my old room, work my old summer job, and figure out what’s coming next.

I’ve always loved home.  With life’s uncertainties swirling about me, home is an anchor.  I walk in the door and there is Dad in his work clothes, about to go out into the orchard.  I sit down on the couch and Paco (my cat) makes a beeline for my lap.  My little brother deliberately mispronounces my name and gives me a sarcastic comment as he hugs me too tightly.  My older brother lifts me off the ground, knowing how much I hate it, and spends the rest of the night teasing me.

One thing I love about my family is that we still sit down and share meals together.  Most families these days have let this go, but my parents made it a priority.  There are few things in the world better than gathering with your family around a table, bonding over delicious food and talking about the day.  It’s so much better than eating meals in front of a computer screen with only the characters of The Office to keep me company.

We are hosting Thanksgiving this year, so we are bracing ourselves for the sudden flood of extended family.  My mom let me have a few minutes to rest after my long drive, then I spent a good portion of my afternoon dusting and preparing the house for guests.  Hosting is a lot of work, but I know it will all go well.  I’m looking forward to seeing my relatives again.

I’m sure I’ll be posting a holiday themed post tomorrow, so stay tuned for that.  In the meantime, what are your Thanksgiving plans this year?