The Vagabond at Heart

I am pretty sure I’ve shared this quote before…. 

‎”Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people. While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” - Think Different

 While cleaning out my bazillion stickie notes on my laptop I came across this quote. 

The life path I am on I’ve come to see is … different. Maybe a little weird. A little out of the ordinary and a lot into the plan of God. 

The last few months I’ve been under this mental attack that I have to fight the ordinary, I have to have a plan for my life that makes sense to some other people. It’s all crazy. I know. I lost the part of me that LOVED the fact I was made for something a little different then the average. Something different then even the people who ‘are a little different’.  I am not sure of the root yet but, I allowed other voices to determine what MY life needed to look like. What my ‘job’ was to be. What my dreams were to be. 

With that I set my dreams, hopes, and desires aside. I tried to pick up someone else’s plan. I tried to make other’s dreams for me be mine. And frankly, it’s not possible. You fail miserably. 

Instead of embracing my differences as me, I started to believe it wasnt’ good enough. 

Well, this is my moment, Im saying that I am indeed good enough. What God has done is MORE than enough. What God has promised is over and beyond enough.  God is enough. 

…. like always, Im not sure that my thoughts are coherent but, there they are… my thoughts on a page. I am sure I will revisit this topic again and hopefully a little more thoroughly. 

There is a point at about this time every year that I hit this intense overwhelming …. rush. I start to think about the impending summer and all the potential plans. 

I try so hard to shove so much into three months. It’s 90 days. Not very much time at all. Where did the idea that I had only this window to do EVERYTHING? — for me I think it had something to do with all those years in school, knowing I had to return to my books come fall. 

Live every moment. I have a life to plan everything into. Not just 90 days of summer. I need a perspective change. 

Im a grown up now. Oh scary. But really, I can make changes, I can plan and go wherever God leads. 

AUDACIOUS |ôˈdāSHəs|

adjective

showing a willingness to take surprisingly bold risks: a series of audacious takeovers.

ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin audax, audac- ‘bold’ (from audere‘dare’) + -ious.

 

Been thinking a lot lately about this word. 

What does it mean to live audaciously? 

Is it a word people would use to describe you?

This evening while making random videos on my photobooth i came across this beautiful gem of a photo. 

Missing Cornflakes & these moments.

tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Robotic Dinosaurs? … Honestly, Robots. I’ve always wanted a robot sidekick. 

 It’s easy to avoid something when it’s huge, and obvious, flashing, or brightly colored.  But what happens when the scenario changes and it’s just as big, just as gaudy but there is something that disguises it a bit? Well, you run right into it.

While sitting in my local coffee shop that I frequent on a rather regular basis. I overheard a conversation that made me laugh out loud. A girl was telling a complete stranger, in a rather loud voice, how she hurt her back. “I backed into a school bus,” said the injured girl.

Yes, a SCHOOL bus. One of those BIG YELLOW buses. I am sure you’ve gathered this is where I laughed out loud. I mean come on… it’s a bus. They are pretty hard to miss. Also, with just that information alone I imagined it looking pretty bus like and then BAM she hit it. And, to have hit it with enough force to injure yourself, wow. Begin mental video of incident.  

This is all beside the point. The girl added on that it was misty and dark. So, now it’s a little more plausible and less lol-able(is that a word?).  I then felt bad for laughing earlier. 

I tell you this story because it started me thinking about where I am right now. At this very moment, I have been a bundle of stress today.  In the last year I have been just about stress free. PTL! No one chooses stress. It’s awful. However, through my high school & college careers, and the few years after, I was so stressed about everything that it was hindering my future and my physical well-being.

Stress and worry are like a giant yellow school bus. In the daylight & clear conditions it’s so obvious to see them, know it’s a school bus, and to avoid it. But, it’s harder to see when it’s dark and misty out. When the conditions are a little bad or gloomy, its easy to creep in. 

How did I get to this point today? Here is the big school bus I hit. It happened in a flurry of changes yesterday afternoon. I had plans to get some work done with some friends and then I had a skype date set up when my mom called and told me about some people she met who she told about me and that I should meet with them. It was good but it threw all my plans out of whack. It was an awesome opportunity, however I wasn’t sure if I should try and meet with them another time or scrap all my plans and meet with them then. 

In the flurry of opportunity and excitement I didn’t force myself to take a breath and clear my head. I just let all the crazy thoughts fly. Next thing I knew my heart was racing and my stomach was in knots. 

Looking back on it. I see the school bus clearly. I see all the things I should have done differently, and the moment I should have stopped the thoughts from swirling freely. 

All this to say; we are in control of our thoughts. Our thoughts are not in control of us. We can make them stop; we can make them slow down. We can even toss ‘em in the garbage if they are just that. Garbage.

What thoughts are swimming in your mind today? Are they adding to your stress or are they adding to peace? 

One Voice

One Light

One Heart 

One Soul

One Sacrifice

One Forgiveness

One Salvation

One Redemption

two eyes to see you

two arms to hold you

two feet to walk with you

two feet to carry you to the light

One Compassion

One Word

One Name

One Peace

One Love

many blessings

OneWorld