road rage

the power is out at me casa.
i sit alone in the library.
every day that passes seems to be yet another check off of my list.
nothing really seems special about any day.
i am pretty content, though.
i just feel that i'm in this stagnant state where nothing is really changing.
nothing sticks out to me.
i feel like i'm floating through time.
i'm still struggling to breathe.
i'm that annoying girl in your class that sounds repulsive every time she coughs.
when i talk i sound like i'm about to go through puberty.
it's really attractive; people should be jealous.

today i was behind one of those old lady drivers that you wonder how people even let her out of the house. driving west on kingston the road was actually quite dangerous to be driving on. it was right at the peak of rush hour and the roads were very wet from the storm. the sun was beginning to set and reflected gold like a spear to your eye. i really thought i was going blind as the seconds passed. luckily i can see just fine as i type this. now i understand that visibility was slim, but this lady had no clue what she was doing. despite the fact that she was going slow, she almost caused a wreck, which caused me to swerve into the right lane. her brakes screeched and i just kind of sat next to her with a nervous expression on my face. she had her hand up in the air trying to block the unlight, but obviously this was is no way working in her favor. she then preceded to drive into the opposite lane thinking that it was a turn lane. at this point i had moved back behind her in the line of cars at the light at lyon's view to turn left. the light wasn't working, so it was finctioning as a 3-way stop. the lady went left around the cars on the wrong side of the road thinking it was a turn lane. cars were honking at her and she would not move. thankfully, she finally did and i drove home confused at why she even owned a car.

i hope i'm not one of those when i'm that age.

faster better stronger

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

--James 1:2-4

My mom gave me this verse this weekend and it filled me with peace.
I feel like I'm being molded into someone that's meant to help others.
I am feeling stronger.
I still have weak points, but I am finally learning instead of fighting.
I don't feel overwhelmed or overly stressed.
This is such a blessing.

I will put pictures on here eventually...