Hey, hey, hey!
I just recently arrived home after spending a month away; in new places, meeting new faces, hearing new stories and sowing the seeds of new memories. My best friend got married to a wonderful man; the same man that God called to look up in His perfect timing, to see his perfect wife. I love that they are so in love and love being in love and share a love for the God that created them to be in love! Heh.. need me to repeat that?
Today I just felt like writing about… YOU GUESSED IT… love. Get your pen ready or an extra set of fingers, because you’re going to love how many times I use the word love in this post and are going to want to keep a tally. No, there isn’t a prize, or a point at all as to why you should, but just have fun with it.
Let me start by saying, I’m not talking solely about love in relationships, but what YOU love. These past few weeks have been pretty crazy for me; accepted into University, getting a kitten, baking goodies for family, my sister getting engaged and buying oodles of books (being an English major – this part is inevitable). The only similarity within these events is that I joyfully love each and every one of them. Whether it be a hobby, a change of pace, a flip of a page in my life or a leisurely and relaxing activity, they’re things that make up who I am and what kind of person I want to be. Although when reading that list, it doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb to every reader, but it’s obvious to me when looking at it because I am slowly figuring myself out – figuring out how to love myself within my daily habits and mannerisms I portray to people that I love.
Before I realized how much I enjoyed doing certain things, hosting for different family events or taking time for myself without my phone or the internet, I focused on trying to love what other people seemed to love or what they encouraged me to love. An epic part of me was lost trying to be like everyone else and waited for the world to shape me rather than making my dreams that I thought were cavernous, become tangible.
I wanted to love going to camp and spending a whole summer there, I wanted to spend too much cash on new products so I could love how I looked – I wanted to impress people with how much I knew about the skin, when really the only thing I knew how to do was spend too much money on it. Another huge thing was that I loved listening to everyone else’s advice other than my own. I was convinced that I should stroll down a safe path in life, unfortunately based around my weakest subject – science.
I was accepted into a Pre-Science program that I hoped would bridge me into a Practical Nursing course the next year. A definite job title seemed impressive, except when I began to panic – I imagined coming home everyday exhausted (mentally and physically), dreading to go to work the very next day and so on. In reality, this was not me and definitely not what I loved. One night, looking through the classes I was starting in the fall, I had a complete and utter meltdown.
“SCIENCE?!” I said out loud..*que tears now*
I was becoming aware of the fact that I was completely ascribing to a life I knew I wouldn’t love. At this point my dad was sitting at the edge of my bed listening to me babble on about what I really did love to learn about. He kind of smiled and said “I don’t think you mentioned science once”. Isn’t it funny how our mind works? The moral of this story is that God is good. He knows what we need, when we need it and when to open that shiny red door… that just so happened to have a few yellow stripes on it. I suddenly shifted gears and was accepted to be a Gryphon (hence the red and yellow – those are the school colours) at the University of Guelph for English (ahhhh just hearing that word makes my heart at ease).
Now that I feel there is a little more direction with that part of my life, I want to be conscious of other things in my life. I am so thrilled for my newly wed friends, because they can share their love of life, hobbies and adventure with their spouses. But as I sat there, taking it all in, I wondered what was missing. What void was I trying to fill this entire time? It wasn’t to find a spouse, or to figure out what the heck I was going to do with a science diploma I never wanted, but to find what I love to do with this wonderful life I was given all at a steady and ‘whenever I’m ready’ pace. I felt at ease in that moment that God was piecing something pretty awesome together for me.
Whether you’re married, in a relationship, flying solo or still exploring what you love totally aside from any sort of relationship, just remember to stop and smell the roses. Stop and say “hey, I love coffee… I love listening to this song… I love driving along this road… I love taking pictures”, always remembering that you and what you love are unique. By that, I just mean that at the end of the day, you should want your exhaustion from a job, a long day or a huge project you’ve been working on to be an accomplishing feeling. It’s never too late or too early to take up a new hobby you’ve always wanted to try. Life is about embracing our quirks, our interests and having never ending dreams.
Or as C.S Lewis would say,
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream…”
A challenge for you today is to make a list of the things you love. It can be anything! People, places, random thangs and even chicken wangs. It’s important to remind yourself that no matter what, you have the ability to love your life, because over time, that list is going to grow and despite what anyone says, you’ll be growing too.
Take courage, friends.