Friday, August 31, 2012

Bubble Trouble

 Today was spent out on the lake with this awesome girl. After some coffee and catch up time, we walked the shops downtown, to my favorite store "Lucky Monkey." We hit up the rest of the town till 2 in the afternoon, and then headed to the dock to catch some rays. We didn't get much peace and quiet... you can't really expect that at a Threadgills house. It wasn't long before Will, Joseph, Jarrin, Lauren, Madison, and Abby (the cousins) were jumping all over us, and squirting us with water from their water guns and the hose... not to mention pushing us off the dock. Later, we tubed, and our bodies flew over massive waves (high enough to remind us that we're getting old, and our backs can't take the wild rides anymore). We ate watermelon, and slack-lined over the water, from our dock to our neighbors'. And THEN, we ran inside as the sun flew down, shivering in our wet suits, and sat in the big tubb to warm us. We watched as our little ripple of soap grew into a massive clump of BUBBLES! We had bubbles coming out the waazoo! So many bubbles we didn't know what to do! We sat there reminiscing over the years we've been friends. So many things that spark so many great memories from past years. 9 years to be exact. Best friends for 9 years. I informed Shayla we'd have to have an anniversary next year to celebrate the 10th! The entire summer we've gone without seeing each other, and today, the minute we saw each other, we picked up right where we left off. Now those are the type of friends that remind me to count my blessings.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

i'm young

I want to dye the tips of my hair purple with some wisps of green, blue, and pink streaks for the 2 weeks I have left in the states.
I want to wear necklaces around my neck and bangles on my wrist that jingle when I raise my arm.

I want long feathered earrings, bright and alarming.
I want to wear funky clothing that turn people's heads as I walk past.
I want to stop being stiff, and let the beat move my joints, and call it dance.
I want to turn up the volume, and roll down the windows, and bang my head, and laugh as the people next to me look with wide eyes.
You're only young once.
I've done henna on my back, I have a bright wrap in my hair, I'm working on my bracelet collection.
Don't judge me if I come back from a year abroad with a dread or a nose ring.
You might think I've changed, but maybe you've never really known who I am from the beginning.
Maybe I'm still trying to figure it out myself.
So, let me live, and let me learn the way I do best.
I'll be just fine on my own.
And maybe when I return, I won't have to be.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

It's OVER!

Girl counselors! Love them all!
Twinsie dresses!
Teen week! Always my favorite!
Counselors ready to perform our African zumba dance for the kids.
One of my best friends! Really going to miss her!
Today is the day. Camp is over... and it's weird, but it feels really good to breath.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Falling Dots

I went out on the dock tonight and pondered the bright dots hanging in the sky. They said it was going to be a meteor shower --the most falling stars you'll ever see in your lifetime (of course that's what they said last time). I went to the corner of the dock with all the seagull poop, thinking no one would disturb me there. Thoughts flashed through my brain like the stars falling out of the sky. I pondered my life. Two weeks left of camp and then I'm free --but free from what exactly? That's what I thought the last time, with school --camp was my outlet, my resting haven, a place to hope for, but what's next? And what am I hoping to find there, because each time I think it'll be just around the corner, it's not, and I end up disappointed, each time more than the previous.
I pondered my life deeper. I have no picture in mind --no point, no purpose, ambition, intent, motivation-- no reason to even exist.

I thought about God. So high and mighty up in that big bright sky. I thought about his still small voice, and why I'd never heard it before.

I thought about the person that I am. Always wishing, searching for more --there's got to be more. I don't like it. Who I've become, that is.
Maybe that's reason enough to believe in God. I liked the person that I was not who I am. There's got to be more. More answers. More logic. More sense. Less feeling, less hope for something we'll never find.
I just want to know, when does the searching end? When does the world make sense? When does my life fit in to the puzzle? I just want to know --where do I go from here? All I find myself doing is hoping the answers will be found in the year ahead. Maybe the unfamiliarity and unknown of another country will shine a light on this? I hope. What else can I do?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Sailing

A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Inspired

Photo by Logan Carter
I have an awesome friend, and he takes awesome pictures, and this inspires me today.