A Couple of Hobos

This picture just makes my heart happy. It is a picture of two of my family's boats, Hobo II (left) and Hobo VI (right).

These boats have been such a big part of my life. Hobo VI has been around for 40 some-odd years, and Hobo II, aka the new boat, is almost 15. My summers, my life, would not be the same without them.

Every year around this time I get lake-sick. I have the overwhelming need to drive up to Lake Sam Rayburn and just sit in the cove. That lake is my favorite place in the whole world. It calms me and reminds me what life is about.

My family and I usually spend a week or two roughing it and camping during the summer. This is when we ski, boat ride, fish and spend some quality time together. Most importantly, I think the trip serves as a reminder of what is truly important in life. A weekend at the lake and I've already forgotten about my problems. The food alone will ease your mind. I swear, nothing will ever taste as good as it does at the lake. Our biggest worry might be rain or praying for a breeze to blow through our tents at night.

It also taught me about hard work. You can't accommodate 30 people without some elbow grease, and no one knows about hard work better than my grandparents. I'm not really allowed to say their age, but it's flat out astonishing how much work they do. I thank God for blessing me with such amazing grandparents who, even though it's hard work, make sure that trip happens every year.

I miss you, Lake Rayburn. See you and the Hobos in 6 months!

Easier Said Than Done

I've neglected my blog quit a bit so, I figured two posts back-to-back is perfectly acceptable.

On top of the graduation countdown, I'm learning, again, that people disappoint you. I'm trying super hard to dig deep and forgive them. But, right now, I can't. I just want to be mad. I think you have to be mad or feel something before forgiving. Or, maybe I'm just making an excuse to not forgive someone. I don't know.

I know what I SHOULD do, but I don't know HOW to do it. I know that holding a grudge is wrong and really does nothing beneficial for you. Hating someone won't make them realize suddenly that they're wrong. It also won't make them apologize or be a better a person. Maybe that is what I need to accept.

I find it incredibly hard to even wrap my mind around the things some people can say to another person or, why they even say them. But, not everyone is built like me and not everyone thinks like I think. The best way to get love is to give it. But, easier said than done. Guess that's why there aren't a million Mother Theresa's running around, (not that I'm comparing myself to Mother Theresa).

"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong." - Mahatma Gandhi

Last First Day

Today was like the beginning of the end. This is my last semester as a Texas State Bobcat and the countdown until May has begun!

I feel like everyone is a lot more excited about graduation than I am. I know it's an amazing thing to graduate from college but I'd rather stay another year. I'm good at school. It's pretty much all I've known since kindergarten. But, I think the main reason is because it's safe. I like knowing and planning. Right now, for the first time in my life, I have no idea what is going to happen in about four months. I don't even know where I will be living. For me, this is absolutely terrifying. I feel like a baby bird whose mother is about to kick them out of the nest to see if they can fly; I'm just hoping I find my wings before I hit the ground. I'm sure I will look back on this blog post in a year, or maybe even less, and laugh or wonder why I was so worried. But it's not a year from now, it's NOW.

I just hope I can make my family and myself proud. It's a scary, crazy, messy, wonderful ride and I'm already strapped in. So, HERE WE GO!