Future Plans: College

College. This topic has come up so much since I've entered high school, you'd think my life depended on it. In fact, the first time someone asked me about my plans for college, I was only twelve. The last few months I have been dwelling on those "future plans" I'm supposed to have. Therefore, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rambling thoughts of a fifteen-year-old girl.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" We've all been asked this question. Since I was a child still struggling with sharing and caring, I have been bombarded with questions concerning my future. Honestly, I've never had that career goal. Sure, I've wanted to be a vet, a police officer, and even a tour-guide in the Amazon (I was am a dreamer), but I've never had my heart set on any one job. For me, that's where the problem begins. I don't want to go into college without a plan, nor do I want college to be a place to "find myself." And how many young women go to college just to find a husband? If I'm going to spend $35,000+ of my own hard-earned money (loans are not an option), then I want it to be a huge benefit to my life. 

My daily prayer has been, "God, I'm so excited for my future and I'm so excited for what you have planned. I don't know what I want to do with my future, so I'm giving it to You. I would ask that you reveal to me, in Your perfect timing, what it is that you want me to do. I just give it all to you." Of course there are days when I'm feeling anxiety and stress because my lack of plans, but then I just have to remember that God seriously has it all planned out. There's a peace that passes all understanding when I reflect on Him. 

I wouldn't say that I'm completely without plans. I do have a bucket-list. (Does a bucket-list count as future life plans?) My bucket list isn't in order of operations, though. They are in order of importance. First and foremost, I must adopt. Preferably, I'd like to adopt as many children as possible (I'm think ten). Following adoption, I have long-term mission tripping (how my grammar teacher would cringe). Then I must live on a farm, paint my kitchen yellow, and name my two horses Pyro and Eden.

Let's stargaze.

Alexis-

The Beautiful World of Antique

     I wish the English language had more than one word for "love". We have attached so many meanings to one four-letter word. Love is reserved for God and people. How, then, am I able to describe my feelings for antiques? I don't just like them. I absolutely... What? Admire them? Enjoy them? Couldn't live without them? Okay, I can exaggerate very well, we have now established that fact. Let's make a list; the top reasons for why I really (really) like antiques.

Numero Uno. The imagination possibilities. I mean, come on! Who couldn't resist imagining that old ring  to belong to a young duchess? Or a last family heirloom? Or a bride's lost ring? This temptation is like chocolate to women. A must.

Two. Our culture craves for the latest and newest. And shiniest. And sparkliest. And most expensive. And... You get the point. They have no admiration of the aged and worn. I find myself pulling away from the "trendy" and falling for the "found-in-my-great-grandmother's-attic". I don't have any justification for this fact. I just like going against the flow.

Tre. You don't know what it's like to sit down with your worn dip-pen and your antiqued parchment paper to write a letter. If I owned the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack, my ten minute time-travel would be complete.

Fourthly. Pictures of antiques look cool. End of story. Proof:

I went antiquing with my aunt last summer and took a bucket-load of pictures. Sadly, they are not on this computer. Maybe later? A part two? Perhaps...

Bucket list for summer: 

Go antiquing. 

And thrifting. 

And buy a polaroid camera. 

I'd like that.

I remain,

 Always,

 Yours truly,

Alexis