{Moments of Inspiration}

{Moments of Inspiration}

“Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.”
~ Henry David Thoreau


Master of Arts in Journalism (and I was honored with the Outstanding Graduate award for the Journalism program!)

And a bonus moment:

With Husband at graduation.

The culmination of an era… (aka preparing for graduation)

The culmination of an era… (aka preparing for graduation)

It’s hard to even grasp how much has changed since I first arrived at Regent University to start my graduate school career. Sure, I expected to be starting a new life, in a new place, making new friends, and having new adventures.

But it never once crossed my mind that I would end up…well, married.

It probably should have. After all, during one visit to the area with a friend a few weeks before moving here, she told me that I should find a “surfer boy” to marry. Apparently she’s more prophetic than I give her credit for.


Husband surfing

I came to Virginia Beach following the road I thought lay before me. Graduate school. But somehow I didn’t see all the twists and turns that road would take before I reached my destination. I didn’t know that my degree would take me three years to complete instead of two. I didn’t know I would meet and marry Husband. I didn’t know I would be offered my dream job.

I didn’t see all the blessings that were coming, but I’ve done my best to flex with every curve and embrace every change.

It’s funny how that happens. How we make a plan and set out on our way just to find that our path changes, sometimes we’re derailed, sometimes just gently nudged to take a different road. Sometimes its just circumstances out of our control. Sometimes its so clearly the Lord.

“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” – Proverbs 16:9

And I’m so glad he does.


Sometimes life has a way of changing us. Three years ago I was just turning 23. I had plans and dreams. I wanted to live in Africa for a year or two. I’d thought about joining the Peace Corps. I had never even been on a date, marriage was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to truly LIVE my life, not just muddle through.

Now my goals are different–not better or worse, just different. Husband and I talk about buying a house…after being a gypsy for the better part of five years, something like buying a house is a huge change for me. But it’s good too.

Not everything has changed though. I still dream of going to Africa, maybe next year. I still want to learn French, publish a book, and travel the world. I still want to live every moment of my life to its fullest.

Sunrise over Virginia Beach.

Saturday morning I graduate. I close this chapter of my life and start a new one. And I wonder, what will be written on those pages?

TC 11: Education

TC 11: Education

Okay, this is a hard one, so let me just say it: I am thankful for my education.

Why is that so hard to say? Usually it’s not. But tonight? Well, I have a paper due tomorrow by midnight and I completely forgot about it so I just started it this evening. Not very grad-school-prepared of me is it?

Oh, I was uber-prepared in undergrad, and my first year of grad school, and even my second…but this is semester 5 of grad school, and I’m ready for it to be over.

I still love learning. Really. And I really do love education. I’m in graduate school for a reason. I love to learn. I love what I have learned. I value education. I value learning.

But right now I am in the middle of my VERY LAST CLASS of graduate school, and, among other things, it is a substitute for the class I was supposed to take and isn’t even in my specific field. Soooo, it’s hard to really want to put my all into it.

Plus, there is the little thing where I GOT MARRIED half way through graduate school, and my life changed drastically. And then there’s the other little thing where I am now working full time instead of part time and still trying to finish school in my “spare time” (whatever that is).

So I’m hardly motivated to spend hours and hours working on a paper analyzing the design and content of a news website when I really would rather be spending my Monday date night on an actual date, instead of having Husband cooking in the kitchen and me sitting on my new couch in the living room…

Wait, did I just complain about the lovely smell of apple turnovers and the cushy feel of new leather?

I hate it when I complain.

So deep breaths. This paper is not going to write itself, and I have a full day of work tomorrow, and cleaning the barn after that. So it must be done tonight. And my bedtime is in exactly 43 minutes.

Guess that means I’d better get to work.

I am thankful for my education, I am thankful for my education, I am thankful….