This possibly could be the most possible explanation of life

Life. is. random.

Honestly, I can't believe how many things can happen in a day, a week, a month, a year. Just when we think we've got things under control and are holding tightly to our anchors, something happens and we are a kite blowing chaotically in the wind. People lose jobs, get promotions, move, travel, have really bad days, followed by monumentally great days. Books are finished, newspapers discarded after reading something violent, and accidents happen by the second, same with babies being born. Now I can't say many of these things have happened to me recently, but it's a simple observation of the world around me.

Like for instance, I'm broke broke broke broke! Every month I say I'll get things paid off and I'll be good to go, but that's harder to accomplish than I thought. Then I have things like my book almost being done to boost my esteem. I can't have more than 20 pages to write and then the first draft is done. It's hard to care about the small stuff when my dream of having a book is becoming vividly real in these few short weeks. When money feels like it will consume my life, I always get saved by someone, which is all orchestrated by my Father. I was scared of how to pay for life this week, and BAM I get my first serving shift. $50 on a Monday? I say yes!

Besides that, I've pretty much beaten my phone like an abusive husband, been hit by a pebble going 50 m.p.h (I have the crack to prove it) been clumsy with EVERYTHING I'm holding (parents, don't let me hold your babies! I warn you!) and have been attacked by yet another long, hairy, creepy-crawly centipede type thing. This one tried to fall on my head when I went to my bathroom last night. He is now currently under a hot pad. I smushed him with the hotpad but am too afraid to lift it up and get rid of him. I need a man.

Anna and John are moving in a few short weeks. Jen is returning to the great state of Minnesota, and Justin will be back to the great US of A in 11 days after Jen is back. Adam is already 1/4 done with his trip, and Laura is loving Colorado. I guess it's an accomplishment that I'm able to stay intact with my friends even when they leave. So it's okay that they go because I know we all still care about each other. But letting go of childhood is hard. Whoever says it's not is a fool and obviously didn't have my friends. :)

I know a few of my friends are going through some hard times and I pray for them. They make my tough times look like a joke. To each their own right?

I should go. Time to work out, work, meet up with a friend, and call it a day. hopefully I'll be able to post more and more as the weeks pass since I'll be moving to a house that actually has the internet. That'll be the day.

Hats of to those who can make it through the day,
Sister in Christ, Amy