January is for lovers

I've decided to go along with my gmail account and keep the blogger, therefore selling my soul to google and making the transaction complete.

(well, not really, but it seems google is taking over the universe these days, doesn't it?)

Here we go.

It's January, and I'm into my last week of interterm internship (alliteration, anyone?). It's been an interesting ride. I'm not sure that I've enjoyed it or disliked it, just grateful toward it for the experience it's given me. Yet because this is the last week until school starts, it's put me into full panic mode. There are so many things to do before I start my final semester at Biola. I have a feeling panic will be the theme of this spring, and that, my friends, is the nature of the beast that is senior year. So many plans to make, living situation and career to figure out, moving stuff around, awkward transitions into post-college adult life. What a strange time for any sane person.... it's kind of like jr. high all over again. Think about it: you're coming into your own, shedding the old childlike life and figuring out what it means to be an adult. I have a firm belief that college and jr. high are like siblings. Or two best friends that can relate, at least.

All the while I have been making plans this year... they're still in the dream stage at this point, but starting to take shape. Am I scared? You bet. But that's okay. Everyone has an opinion of how your life should be run, and I'm sure not everyone is going to agree with where my life might go. I just know that I'm going by how the Lord has lead me, His timing, and the talents He has blessed me with, as well as by the calendar of a man I dearly love.

Senior year... give me your best shot.

PS - go listen to "Kathleen" by Josh Ritter. Or any Josh Ritter song, really, but he is fantastic. I fall more in love with him every time I listen. (Don't worry, Joel, I mean in a musical sense. haha)