When people ask me "What have you been up to lately?" my answer always seems to be the same—"Not much, just enjoying the last bit of my summer while looking for a job." How boring am I?! Is this the definition of me? What will my answer be when I finally DO have a job and summer has passed? "Oh, just work?" Boooooring.
I need to re-evaluate the definition of my life.
Jesus, do something with me. Use me as a vessel for Your glory.
Re-evaluation
Too Broke to Bake
I went to Trader Joe's today on a mission—a mission to find vanilla beans.
I've become slightly addicted to the vanilla bean scones from Starbucks. (Thanks a lot, Justine! Haha!) Deciding that I didn't have enough money in my bank account to support the purchase of the tiny 85-cent vanilla bean scone every so often, I decided I was going to look up a comparable recipe and make them myself. After a quick google search, I found one and immediately began gathering my ingredients.
I was a few ingredients short: whole milk, heavy cream, and the most important ingredient, the vanilla beans. I headed on over to Trader Joe's because I heard that they sold them. But after two minutes in the store, I walked out disappointed. No whole milk—apparently it's not healthy enough to be sold at Trader Joe's—and no vanilla beans. Trader Joe's epic fail.
I got home and went on google. (Yes, I know I google everything.) I came to discover that the grocery stores that DO sell vanilla beans sell them for a lovely price of around $9 per bean. NINE dollars. Nine DOLLARS. PER BEAN.
I quit.
I'm too broke to bake.
Starbucks, I apologize for judging you on the prices of your vanilla bean scones. I now understand why they are priced so high. And I admire your courage for choosing to sell those scones and part with an ingredient so rare.
Still Unemployed...
Do you ever feel like you are so "go go go!" that you can't even seem to stop? It's like you're sitting on a skateboard going downhill.
That's how I feel right now.
So far this week, I haven't been home more than to sleep. It's been insane.
And I don't even have a job yet!
How am I sooooo busy even though I'm unemployed?!
Pathetic Reminder...
Going through the million scraps of paper on my dresser, I came across my receipt from Starbucks the day I sat there alone—waiting—and then getting stood up.
Oh what a pathetic reminder!
Too Much?
"Keep two books on your nightstand at all times: one fiction, one non-fiction."
I came across this little nugget of advice the other day. Ironically, it is something I already do....yet I have way more than 2 books. Maybe I read too much at the same time? I donno.
I used to think there was no such thing as reading too much at the same time but now I'm beginning to wonder. Everything gets all jumbled up in your head. Should I cut down? What do you think?
I left my heart in Cornwall.
These are the things I love.
It's all about the English countryside—forget big cities!
Travel Journal.
For sake of the weight of my suitcase, I am leaving behind my travel journal. I figured I could always write my thoughts in my regular journal and transfer them, or I could just post here and then transfer them.
And yes, I know what you're thinking. Does my travel journal really weigh that much?? And the answer is yes—1 lb. 2.5 oz.
Our plane takes off in 19 hours. Happy trails! See you on the other side of the Atlantic! Au revoir!
God Already Knows.
I'm currently reading "On Being a Servant of God" by Warren Wiersbe. This book has been incredible from page one! It's funny how God shows me the same things over and over and over, but since I don't get it [Praise the Lord He doesn't give up on us!] He shows me yet again through something completely unrelated.
This book is about ministry, about having a servant's heart, but God taught me a little something about trust. My repeated issue in life is trusting God completely with my future—particularly in the area of relationships. I try to plan everything out. I, along with a million other single girls, am constantly on the lookout for "the one." Any prospective immediately becomes an emotional target. Problem? Definitely. Where is God in this picture? How can I be waiting for God's best if I am trying to find the right person on my own?
Wiersbe writes about the miracle where Jesus fed the five thousand: "The disciples were trying to be manufacturers. They thought that it was their responsibility to come up with the money or the food or some clever way to solve the problem. But all the while, 'He Himself knew what He would do' (John 6:6)."
God knows what He is going to do with me. He knows who the right person for me is. I don't need to figure it out on my own. God already knows.
Sandisk Stupidity.
Seriously, Sandisk?
That huuuuuge box and that huuuuuge envelope just for a tiny memory stick?!
You've got to be kidding me. That is the epitome of stupid.
Dilemma.
24 inch suitcase.
Rainboots.
Nikon.
3 lenses.
Holga.
Food.
Netbook.
Aaaaand all my clothes and regular stuff.
How do I fit it all?! Should I even take my Holga to England?
