it has happened. my life has gotten in the way of my promises to blog.
promises I didn't actually promise to keep, I guess. (See very first post.)
Life is full, life is good, life is hard, life is...fill in the blank.
the answer changes moment by moment.
but mostly, it is good. I am in one of my favorite spots on earth--this university that I treasure so much. This is the overarching blessing.
Also, I have fallen in love with North Russell. Staff, residents, all. My fellow Prexians may cringe to hear me say it, but I feel that I am in the right place at the right time--a satisfying feeling, one that mirrors my satisfaction in being at Baylor itself. How similar these journeys have been: first met with reluctance and frustration, then complete joy.
And in a lot of ways, Brooks still feels like home, but I'm not bound to it in the way I thought I would be.
A relief.
Besides that, I am relearning what it is to be a college student. And what it is to be in the BIC.
And learning for the first time what it is to be a CL.
Life is fast.
A wonderful moment today--some BICcer friends and I stopped walking in the middle of campus during a passing period. While we weren't doing or saying anything particularly "peaceful," we were still. We were a rock embedded in the stream of students making their way to class, flowing in purposeful motion around us. It felt good to be still.
I wish my days were filled with more moments of "still."
but here I am, instead.
busy, tired...and awake, right now, when I should be asleep.
Poetry blogpost coming soon, I think.
in His beauty, grace, and light,
good night.
promises I didn't actually promise to keep, I guess. (See very first post.)
Life is full, life is good, life is hard, life is...fill in the blank.
the answer changes moment by moment.
but mostly, it is good. I am in one of my favorite spots on earth--this university that I treasure so much. This is the overarching blessing.
Also, I have fallen in love with North Russell. Staff, residents, all. My fellow Prexians may cringe to hear me say it, but I feel that I am in the right place at the right time--a satisfying feeling, one that mirrors my satisfaction in being at Baylor itself. How similar these journeys have been: first met with reluctance and frustration, then complete joy.
And in a lot of ways, Brooks still feels like home, but I'm not bound to it in the way I thought I would be.
A relief.
Besides that, I am relearning what it is to be a college student. And what it is to be in the BIC.
And learning for the first time what it is to be a CL.
Life is fast.
A wonderful moment today--some BICcer friends and I stopped walking in the middle of campus during a passing period. While we weren't doing or saying anything particularly "peaceful," we were still. We were a rock embedded in the stream of students making their way to class, flowing in purposeful motion around us. It felt good to be still.
I wish my days were filled with more moments of "still."
but here I am, instead.
busy, tired...and awake, right now, when I should be asleep.
Poetry blogpost coming soon, I think.
in His beauty, grace, and light,
good night.
