Alive with color

I miss the view from my window in Indiana. Good thing there are some gorgeous flowers around Walnut Grove that I get to see as I ride my bike. Amazing artistry, this world. The beauty makes me think that all will be well.

Blogging on Cloudy Days

I was semi-productive tonight. I finished my parts for a group presentation. I read an article or two. I did some other stuff... can't remember because I was watching youtube clips as well. Anyways, the point is... After feeling like I got something done, I couldn't do any more. Yup, hit a wall. So I've been clicking through tabs, trying to convince myself to read the 46 page article I'm supposed to read, but getting distracted by all sorts of other things.

Blogs, in fact. I was stalking my friend Dannii's blog (even though she was on the couch next to me), and then I started clicking around on Tumblr. There are a lot of blogs out there to look at.

I've been thinking about my blog lately.

I feel like I have nothing to write. But I should write something, otherwise what's the point of having a blog? But it's not like I'm followed by anyone I don't know, really.

Most blogs have themes. The ones with followers, at least. But that would mean I have to pick a theme. And that would mean I would have to want some huge cyber following instead of just people I know checking in once in a while. I only follow people I know. Why should I expect anything different from people on my blog?

So there it is. Part of who I am, I guess. 23 years old and still figuring it out. I've moved again, and I'm realizing again that I still don't know what I want to be. This is related because if I made a topical blog, what would it be? I don't have an answer to that. There's not much really defining about me that I would choose to write about regularly.

I guess that's why I named this thing Adventurage. So I can write about all my life's adventures - the big and the small. And it's okay that not many people read it.

This post probably isn't really about blogging at all. It's about an existential crisis or something. Feeling like I don't know who I am or what is really important to me. Feeling like a lame person when someone asks what I like to do for fun and I don't have any ready answers. Sigh. I think I should just go to bed...

Oh, don't get too worried. I know the sun will shine again (it hasn't been here in the Lower Mainland lately). I also know that the sun is still there - even when I can't see it. Kind of like God. I guess it will all be well again...Even if I forget that on the cloudy days.

Isaiah 30:18

But the Lord still waits for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion. For the Lord is a faithful God. Blessed are those who wait for him to help them.

What a Day!

Today was one of those days... definitely an adventure. First off, I got a bank account. Yep, no more transfer fees for me! I've got Canadian money. To go along with that, I think I've got myself a job. With Spartan (Trinity Western's mascot) Athletics Event Staff. I have to do some paperwork, but I've already volunteered to work at the soccer games this weekend. Yay! Praise the Lord for his provision. I was starting to get worried about a job.

In between the bank and the work meeting, I had class. This entailed biking to school - in the drizzle. I decided not to call my friend for a ride or take the bus. Nope, Adrianna Eliz was going to try biking in the rain to see how bad it was. I did turn around to grab extra pants at least. But after 20 minutes, I was still wet everywhere except under my new waterproof jacket! (Thanks, Mom and Dad :) )

Because of trying to dry myself with paper towels in the bathroom (ahem, washroom, as it's called in Canada), I was late to class. Oops. : S

So, class ends, I do some homework, enjoy the fact that my bottom has mostly dried (dry underwear would have been a good thing to pack as well as the pants), and go to the work meeting. I get out of the meeting and make my way back to the CanIL bike rack. I load up my backpack (thankful that it's no longer raining) and set off. Wait, what's that squeaky sound? Must be the plastic bag and backpack combo on my bike rack. Something is rubbing. Adjust, adjust. Still squeaking... Guess I'll just have to man up and wear my backpack again. Hmmm, still squeaking. I look down and see that it's the tire. Flat. Sigh... It's after 5 so I can't go to the maintenance shop. Bus time!

I am SO glad that I rode the bus in Nicaragua, and that Ruth (my hostess/landlady/friend's mom) and I chatted about how the bus system here works. My first solo bus experience in the States. The bus from the airport doesn't count. This was an actual public transit bus! Well, I had to walk a few blocks, but I made it back to the house just fine.

Then, to top off the evening on a happy note, Jayme (housemate/friend's sister) and I got sushi. Dannii made me drive her stick shift car. We didn't die, and we didn't stall. And the sushi was delicious! All in all, an adventurous day!