Thursday, October 7, 2010

I think I want to be one of those kids who blogs..

I believe writing a blog is a great idea.

A place for all my thoughts.
A place to write in a creative manner.
A place free of a teachers mark of approval.
A place to just empty my head on this pretend paper.

Or maybe, it's just an idea. I sporadically wonder if I'm the type to be a "blogger". I mull over whether or not I can be considered a . . . writer. Should I even try and add a blog so small and pointless to the masses. Where every vagabond, college student, and art mom already have one. [and probably more interesting ones at that]

And I realized in that swift change in my rattling thought process,
I've made writing MY FIRST BLOG into a daunting task.

oh boy. where do I begin.

Maybe, I'll just talk a bit about this past year, to catch up that late night wonderer who stumbles upon this blog. The one who can't fall asleep, maybe this will be that something to put him to bed.
[oh geeze, I meant that in a whimsical storybook way.
but I'm afraid it rapidly fell off to the side of melancholy.]


ok. begin, begin. right. ohh kay. just start hannah.

welp. I am 21 years old. The year CosmoGirl promised me would be great. The year you look forward to in high school when you think drinking is a lot cooler that it really is. The year you think back on with nostalgic feelings as you blow all 30 candles out on your red velvet and cream cheese frosting cake.

This year with all it's false glamor and empty promises, was in all honesty. Just another year. I don't like writing things like that because I like to believe each year, month, week, day holds something great. Don't get me wrong. I accomplished things, crossed a few things off my bucket list, grew a little, learned a little. But it was just a year.

I turned 21 while attending a Bible college where drinking was prohibited. I had to wake up early and alert to take two big finals. I was also up late because I was scheduled to work at a coffeeshop where they promised all students a free cup of joe. That whole day panned out a little differently then I thought it would. Not exactly how I imagined the big two-one.

It only proved to me that my life is unlike those in magazines, the life I daydreamed about as a brace faced 14 year old. I am made to have a different story.
I genuinely find that very freeing, comforting & exciting.

The school year ended and I found myself one class short of a diploma. I cried, for literally 10 minutes, got up, and got over it. I quickly remembered that I live in the 21st century and this day and age you can take almost anything online.I found that class, and will be enrolling in it next semester.

This past summer I was a Camp Counselor, which was probably one of the hardest thing I've ever had to do. but also one of the biggest blessings I have to date. It's was a forced role where I had to be giving and happy and loving and motherly and strong and show Jesus to each one of these kids. Arduous, I'm telling you. BUT through it all I learned, God is good, always.

Currently, I'm job hunting. . .which often ends in me researching Mission Organizations. Friends, let me just tell you where my heart lies. My heart longs to serve in an orphanage. I'd love to do that in Uganda, or Kenya, or China, or Guatemala, or wherever the Lord would send me. Hello Mission Trip. If you like to talk to God, you can talk to him about that, ask Him to lead me, and do great things with my life. thnks.

I realize that was a completely bogus way to bring the lost up to speed on my life but it's just the cliff notes version.

Uhh, remember kids this is a blog not a novel.

3 comments:

  1. This is great Hannah. I feel like I can actually hear you talking in this :)

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  2. I loved your "cliff notes" version of your last year.. (I like to refer to my blogging as 'cliff notes version' too, although it's never short and sweet - It's usually 25 paragraphs longer than I planned). Anyway, I love your writing and your attitude. You've got a way with words, girl! Excited to read more..

    :)

    xo
    Alanna (a girl you've never even met)

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  3. Well. I'm late to the party. The blog party. But I'm in love. Don't quit writing. And come to Nashville. Seriously.

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