Life has been a good kind of busy lately. The kind of busy where you forget to eat because you're having so much fun...but also working a lot. I am starting to dread work, but that is just me hating to grow up. If I didn't have a job I'd dread that, too. It's always better to be busy, I think. It keeps you out of trouble.
I've been thinking about going on a mission; not because Matt is on one and people keep telling me "You could be back before he got back! It'd be perfect!" (because that is the worst reason I can think of), but because I have felt the Spirit telling me to prepare. Maybe it's the preparation for something spiritual that I really need, not the actual mission. I have no idea, but I am slowly working it out on my own time. I am not anxious or in a rush. I am confident I will get the answer I need on God's time. I appreciate advice from wiser people.
I had a birthday. I was dreading it because of Matt's absense and the fact that he makes celebrations amazing, but God sent me angels and I had (for the most part) an amazing day. Lunch, whores, shopping, tie-dying FHE, decorated hallways, balloons, cake. How is a 22 year old supposed to act? Who even knows, but it better be how I'm acting because I like who I am.
Life is beautiful. My car is 100 degrees at any given point in the day, I get headaches from looking at the computer for hours on end at work, but I relish summer evenings in the grass, running around in the hot moonlight and being invited to one event by three different people. I am looking forward to a weeklong vacation in San Francisco. My wanderlust will finally be satiated, and that is an exciting feeling. I have so many plans for that week that I don't even know where to start...I guess with finals and a week of intense work, then a plane ride, some planning, and a couple days of wandering with no plans. I like to explore a city like a dream; just let it happen to you and you'll find greater things than you could have ever planned. August 22-27 will be Dream Week with the Dream Team (aka me and Brittney Freaking Larsson). She was sent to me from God, I swear. She is the kind of person who brings me her phone charger at work when I have five hours left, and comes in with a boba and a present for my birthday, then stays for three hours so I won't be lonely. She feeds me dinner and listens to drama and makes me want to be a better person.
When life gets hard, I think of people in my life who are having a much harder time than I am and then try to help them out someway. It really makes my problems seem like an absolute joke. How can I help you? I feel God telling me that I need to be his angel to give back for receiving so many around me lately. Is that not the cheesiest thing you have ever heard? Sometimes I wonder if people read my blog and think Kellie is in la-la-land.
Before this summer ends, I would like to:
go to seven peaks
go on a date with the Unicorn
have a spa day (hopefully in San Francisco)
see Wicked (again, SF)
save a couple hundred dollars more towards a new(er) car
be in a body of water
learn how to keep my room clean
bless someone's life
see The Sir Charles
stop worrying about boys
that is all i ask