New Life
So I have not written in 5 years! Ok not that long, but no really, it's been about 3 months. I am actually in the midst of writing my final paper for undergrad. It is going to be 20 pages long and I have 4 pages left!! YAY!! I am most happy that I will never have to be apart of Crichton again, although I will miss Dr. Jenkins classes. My favorite teacher has now left and I am thinking of going to Texas just so I can sit in on a few of his classes. I am in the process of trying to take prep courses for my GRE and then I will be applying for Grad school for next Fall! WHOO HOO!! Super Excited about that, I miss history classes already. I found out an interesting thing about myself, I am a Historical Sociologist. I am pretty sure I made up that term. It means that I like learning about people and cultures more than dates. My paper really helped bring it out as well.
SUBJECT CHANGE!
Sooo....Nathan is in South America and I had a terrifying experience in the car yesterday when I thought he was going to die. I am such a drama queen. He left on Saturday and he will not be back until the 17th...so yeah that's two weeks. Although he has e-mailed me twice! YAY FOR CHILE E-MAIL! This has taught me that I could never live my life without him.
The last thing I wanted to talk about was Salem and God. Salem was my cat since the summer after 5th grade. He died on July 12th at 11 years old, which consequently is about 60 in cat years. He was my best friend and I am still not over it. My human best friend Amanda said it was like losing a child, all I know is I have never cried so hard in my life. I also had to make the decision to put him to sleep. Also, the toughest decision of my life. By the way, I will NEVER keep anyone on life support now. Anyway, this threw my life into a tailspin. I was not happy anymore and I felt empty. I knew God was there, I could feel Him, but He let me go through my mourning period.
Just within the past week and a half I have felt a renewal of my spirit. I started my paper. I started really talking to people again. I also got my spunk back at work. I feel like a new person. A different person. I felt like a part of me died that day with him, and I will never get that life back. I was given a new one. A woman from the U.K. who had relocated to Singapore showed me her tattoos when I was at work and helping her find some jeans. All of them had to do with something that had happened in her life. In that moment I pictured a phoenix on my right shoulder to symbolize everything I had been through. Then I realized it was Katie's idea, the one of the phoenix.
I do not think I will ever get a tattoo because I am such a wimp and I can't take pain. But if I was ever going to something different I would do it now.
I found out on Katie's page that the phoenix was a symbol representing Jesus. Now I really want it.
SUBJECT CHANGE!
Sooo....Nathan is in South America and I had a terrifying experience in the car yesterday when I thought he was going to die. I am such a drama queen. He left on Saturday and he will not be back until the 17th...so yeah that's two weeks. Although he has e-mailed me twice! YAY FOR CHILE E-MAIL! This has taught me that I could never live my life without him.
The last thing I wanted to talk about was Salem and God. Salem was my cat since the summer after 5th grade. He died on July 12th at 11 years old, which consequently is about 60 in cat years. He was my best friend and I am still not over it. My human best friend Amanda said it was like losing a child, all I know is I have never cried so hard in my life. I also had to make the decision to put him to sleep. Also, the toughest decision of my life. By the way, I will NEVER keep anyone on life support now. Anyway, this threw my life into a tailspin. I was not happy anymore and I felt empty. I knew God was there, I could feel Him, but He let me go through my mourning period.
Just within the past week and a half I have felt a renewal of my spirit. I started my paper. I started really talking to people again. I also got my spunk back at work. I feel like a new person. A different person. I felt like a part of me died that day with him, and I will never get that life back. I was given a new one. A woman from the U.K. who had relocated to Singapore showed me her tattoos when I was at work and helping her find some jeans. All of them had to do with something that had happened in her life. In that moment I pictured a phoenix on my right shoulder to symbolize everything I had been through. Then I realized it was Katie's idea, the one of the phoenix.
I do not think I will ever get a tattoo because I am such a wimp and I can't take pain. But if I was ever going to something different I would do it now.
I found out on Katie's page that the phoenix was a symbol representing Jesus. Now I really want it.
Comments
I'm so sorry about Salem...I knew it was bad when I didn't hear from you for a long time. I can't imagine losing Iris, and I've only had her for three years. Still, please know that there are a lot of people praying for you. You have so much good waiting right around the corner. Concentrate on those things.
Hang in there my dear......there's another sweet animal needing your love right around the corner....
:)
Ms. Karen