Speaking of spring break, here's a sample of my week in Florida for a community service trip:
1st service project March 6, 2011
...So, I'm back at the cabin while the rest of the group is out shopping for groceries. While they are gone I WILL finish my paper. I can feel it in my bones. While I was picking through the thorny weeds at Mr. Mulch's house, I found myself going into some self reflection. and I wish I came out with some philosophical break through like Stephen did in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Unfortunately, the only real note worthy thoughts included the realization that gardening is great, my mom must have been 10x as outgoing as me, and that I get bored easily. In high school, it was easier to stay engaged at school because it was like that was all that mattered. That got harder senior year when I really started to question whether all of it was worth it; whether school and education was all that really mattered.
So, obviously, the best solution to my collge work woes would be to take classes and find a major that will give me a life that truly matters. To me. I think that my lack of dirction (what do I want to do with life) has left me with no goals or aspirations. And instead of continuing to work hard to keep all my options open, I'm failing and shutting myself out of everything.
But that's enough of that. I don't want to write any more about school this week. this is spring break. So I'm going to give myself a break, refocus, recenter, find some clarity, and go again.
I could do this forever though. I can't tell if it's the sound of the wind through the leaves or the ocean, but the way it syncopates with the chirping and cries and whistles of the birds is fantastic. The sun is starting to shine but not enough to take the goosebumps off my legs. Feet kicking soccer balls and hands passing volleyballs go in between enthusiastic yells and the occasional hand clap. Even though the ocean is far to my left the leaves on the ground in front of me give off a silvery reflection of the sun; it looks like water. Give me this. Give me jobs to make this kind of world better for everyone, and I'll be the best at it. Give me this.
I'm a natural March 8, 2011
I got to cut down an infected tree with a chainsaw and the boss for today said I was a natural. I felt like calling my dad, he'd be so proud
...carpenter bees are starting to come out of the woodwork. And even though they don't sting or bite, I still look like a tiny cry baby when they follow me in droves!! I am not my mothers daughter. She used to smack bees our of her face. There is a part of this little forest that I have to stay out of...
Beach:Success March 8, 2011
The salt water makes my skin sticky and my hair curly. Emily showed me the little clams that burrow back into the sand. I love life right now.
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| Google search illustrates my burrowing clams |
What a Night! March 10, 2011
Oh man, I just had one of the best nights. Are you ready to hear how this was so amazing? I went to sleep at 10:45pm and it was AWESOME! Then we had to wake up at 7am to be out of the door by 7:20. And that was awesome, too! I feel so fresh!!!!! And I got to give Clari her morning wakeup call again which I love love love everyday because I get to hear her beautiful morning voice. Even this music is bouncing my blood. I love this morning! I've got to start doing this more often.
P.S. Spanish moss is beautiful.
Post Beach March 10, 2011
My feet are covered in white sand and my thighs are huuuuuuge. It's pretty awesome.
...I really have to be careful about who I throw my crazy ideas out to. Some people actually take me up on them.
...I want to take a road trip this summer but I need a job real bad. If I get in shape I could be a stripper.
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