Living Advent, In Real Life.

Right now, I'm in an in between time. I've moved home, to wait for another place, or wait for a time that I can actually afford to live not at home. I'm waiting for my job to be over (in July), waiting for the paint in my room to dry. Waiting to have time to get something to hang things up in my room. I'm waiting for camp to begin. I'm waiting. And for someone who is just about as impatient as it gets, this is not a fun time for me. 

I remember when I was a kid, my dad told me to sit and wait so that he could drive me to a friends house. He said we'd leave in 45 minutes. After one minute, I couldn't believe I had 44 more to go... It already felt like an eternity! That was the first time I remember really contemplating how long time took to pass! And that I'm not good at waiting. Or time management. Or time in general. I'm always either late or early or I rush things, or I take too long. I'm just not good at time.

Anyways (I really don't know how you people read these things because I feel like I get off track so much)... a while ago when advent first started, when I was telling her about my current waiting predicament my older sister said to me "it's like you're living advent in real life." And this is something that came back to my mind today. So I'm delving into thinking about that today, and these are my thoughts:

1) During the time that Mary was pregnant with Jesus, she was waiting. Waiting for a baby. Waiting for what this baby would mean. Waiting for what his whole life would be like, and knowing that He was the Messiah. Mary must have felt like she was just waiting for her world to completely change. I can't imagine knowing that at some point, your life will change, and you know it's coming and that there's nothing you can do to change it.

2) Joseph was waiting. In many ways, Joseph's waiting was the same as Mary's. But he also must have been wondering what it would be like to be a father to someone who already had a Father, and also how to be a father to someone who would teach him so much.

3) The world was waiting. Much like we're all waiting now for Jesus to come, the world then was waiting for the Messiah. They were waiting for the Promised One to come. 

So as I sit here contemplating waiting, it is a comfort to me that so many important people were told to wait, and now I'm being told the same. "Wait, and I will bring you something incredibly amazing." That's what I'm hearing right now. And for me, that's a hard thing to do. To wait. But today, I take comfort in the fact that I am waiting with Mary, and Joseph, and the world in general. Because really, aren't we all waiting?

Also, my friend Sarah puts it so wonderfully. I know there's something, I just don't know what.

Trying to Reform the Hoarder in Me. Also I Can't Say No.

Two very big problems I have are that I am a really bad hoarder, and that I also can't say no. in some ways, they're related in that by not saying "no," I'm hoarding experiences and people. (I'm not really sure if that makes sense, but it makes sense in my mind).

Here's some big news that needs to be said before I continue writing this post, and there's no really good time to say it.....

I'm moving home for a little bit. I'm not sure for how long, or how I'm going to like living back in Marion for a while, but it's what I need to do. It simply makes more financial sense, as well as more emotional sense. I've been kinda bored living where I was, and so now at least I'll have my family. :)

Anyways, back on track. I'm redoing my bedroom. This bedroom has been mine since junior high. Needless to say, we've been through a lot together. And honestly, this is a big problem because of one of my previously mentioned problems (the hoarding). I simply can't throw things away because I think "I might need it one day!" or "so-and-so meant so much to me when I was in fourth grade" (let alone the fact that I haven't spoken to so-and-so SINCE fourth grade, AND they were one of the ones who caused a lot of drama in eighth grade...or something). Anyways, there is so much stuff that I haven't really touched/looked at since going away to college. And I'm throwing it out. Well... most of it. As much as I can handle to throw out.

I'm a new person. I'm beginning a new chapter. I'm an adult (usually). And I need a new space. So I'm redoing my room, and trying to throw away as much as possible. I took down all the pictures of people that I no longer talk to, I got rid of posters of bands that I haven't listened to in years, threw away most of the knick-knacks that I got from White Elephant gift exchanges. And it feels great. I am excited to start this new chapter in my new space, and I can't wait to show you pictures when it's done. Because it's going to be absolutely fabulous.

So not only is my new space changing my hoarding habits, it's also changing my "can't say no" problem. I was invited to go ice skating tonight with my best friend and her friends (or just my friends... cause they are), And I said no! Well. Kind of. I said I'd join them for dinner then go home because I need to finish painting my room by Saturday. Usually I would have said "YES. I'LL DO IT ALL AND THEN NOT PAINT MY ROOM AND HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH WHEN MY SISTER COMES HOME. So maybe this means that I'm in the process of fixing two of my problems, or maybe I'm just excited about getting a new space... I don't know. I'm just enjoying the process.

Unfortunately, I don't have any before pictures of my room, but I'll be sure to show you the after pictures! :)

I'm also excited about living at home because it means I get to be with ETHEL!!!!!!!

My Grandmother's Story

My grandmother is an extremely inspiring person. She is beautiful, wonderful and thoughtful. She also has an incredible testimony. My grandma's family were all Jehovah's Witnesses. From a young age, this didn't sit well with my grandmother. She was always asking questions that weren't able to be answered by the people at her church or even her father. One day, when she went to services with her father, she stood up and asked a question. The person leading this study was not able to answer her question. She told her father that if they weren't able to answer her questions, she was not going to return.

Eventually, she had a friend who invited her to go with her to a church down the street, and she wanted so badly to go there. Unfortunately, her father wouldn't let her because she would have to cross the street by herself (she wasn't too old at the time). And so she problem solved. Like many of the women in my family, my grandmother is very stubborn. She says "I teased and teased for him to let me go to that church, and then I realized there was a church on the corner of our  street that I wouldn't have to cross the street to get to. So I teased and teased to go to that church." My grandma told me this weekend that she wasn't much older than sixth grade at this point. She went to that church for a very long time, all alone. I can't imagine keeping my faith alive within a family who doesn't believe what I believe, especially being that young. My grandma is inspiring.

It also amazes me that without this story, I wouldn't be. Without her faith, and her persistence, my incredible cousins, aunts, uncles, mom, family wouldn't be. She probably wouldn't have met my grandpa. So many things would be different. I guess for me, it just puts our decisions into perspective. If you believe something is right and true, stand up for it. Pursue it. Because you never know what it will effect. 

She is also really adorable and very VERY carefully hand-picks every card she sends!

I've Been Taking Myself On Dates: On Going to The Movies Alone

Lately I've had this philosophy:
"Why choose not to do something/go somewhere simply because you don't have anyone to do it with you?"

Now many of you who know me are probably shocked... I am an extrovert. I like people. I need people. But, people are not a common commodity these days in my life. I've been pretty lonely. Which I've come to grips with, it's been the season I'm in (which is honestly going to be changing yet again, but you didn't hear that from me).
So, the week of Thanksgiving was when the Catching Fire movie came out. I wanted to go see it so badly! My friends had gone to see it when it came out that weekend, and I couldn't because I was out of town. So, because I didn't have anyone to go with, I went by myself. Going to the movies alone is a completely weird, crazy, but awesome experience. I strongly suggest you do it sometime. Here's what I noticed.


1) There's no one to ask you annoying questions.  Once I went to the movies to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One on opening night. It was my first time going to see a midnight premier, AND it was Harry Potter. You can only imagine how excited I was, and even then it wouldn't begin to cover it. Here's the kicker: my friend wasn't as avid a fan of HP as the rest of us were, and proceeded to ask questions throughout the entire thing! I couldn't believe it. Needless to say, I was glad I didn't have to deal with someone asking questions throughout the whole Catching Fire movie

2) There's no one around you checking their phones. Call me old fashioned, but I hate when people are on their phone in the movie theater! It's so distracting to me and other people! Also, it's all part of the experience of going to the movies. Movies are one of the only times we get to forget our outside lives and immerse ourselves in another world. And I like that.

3) You don't have to share your snacks with anyone.  This one's self explanatory!


I loved going to the movies with myself so much that I signed up to take a truffles class last night! It was at The Cocoa Bean Shoppe in Pittsford, and it was absolutely delightful!

I like this "dating myself" thing. Just because I don't have someone else, doesn't mean I can't do fun things, too!