Frappuccinos are more than they seem. Coffee? Ice? Something sweet? Apparently NOT. To make a frappuccino, you need a touch of Starbucks magic, something that I don't want to pay roughly $4 for every time.
And so dies another attempt at making something awesome and edible for myself.
I used to think it was funny when older people joked about "starving college students". Welp. Here I am, living in the world of you're-old-enough-to-feed-yourself-and-you-don't-have-a-whole-lotta-money-whatcha-gonna-do. I thought you weren't supposed to reach that point until you had kids to pay for.
And what about a freezing college student? Laura didn't pack any winter clothes because she didn't think it would get cold until October. Guess what? I'm cold. I need sleeves. And I don't wanna shop for them.
Let's not forget the fact that I'm not really called a "college student" anymore. I am a preservice teacher. Next semester I will be a student teacher. Then my first name will permanently disappear and become "Miss". It already feels like I graduated because I live in a house with a dog, make my own food, wash my own dishes, and go to bed before eleven most of the time.
Holy moly, I'm an adult. THAT was sudden.
I like to go to bed early. There are three bottles of pills and a pair of earplugs on my nightstand. I can't function properly without coffee in the morning. I have to make a list when I go to Walmart. Classrooms of children call me "Miss Love". I write down everything I have to do on post-it notes and cross them off as I do them. Dressy clothes have become less uncomfortable. I enjoy watching Full House and the news.
I just read that paragraph and gave a sad little laugh.
WHO AM I???
This question has been plaguing me for the last few weeks as I've found myself going through a lot of transitions. I talked to Jesus about it and he tells me these things:
You are mine.
You are infinitely loved.
You are like grass in the wind--fading quickly. BUT you will be permanently in my presence sooner than you think.
You are KNOWN by ME. I am enough for you.
You are beautiful because I am beautiful, and I shine through you.
You still have the heart of a child. I know that because I made you that way.
Be confident in me.
He and I talk a lot more these days, which I suppose is a perk to living in a house where I have my own room. Soon and very soon, May will be here and another transition period will occur. In fact, most of my life will be full of transitions. Guess it's time to really get grounded into my only Rock.
"Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days."
-Psalm 90:14
oh dear! if you are an old lady, what does that make me? and if you have to be "miss" anything, how cool is it that you are "miss love"? and let's not forget those relatively square meals (interspersed with the occasional chicken-fingers-and-mac-and-cheese meal) that you occasionally eat over here. i am suddenly glad that i fed you not one, but two, veggies last week after reading the post about scurvy. and glad they were accompanied by slightly over-salted brown-- not white-- rice. note to self: must commence cooking lessons soon before our favorite sitter dies of starvation or malnutrition or some combination. but seriously, we love that you are so very grounded. keep it up. and please don't leave the mountain in May. :-)
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