GOODBYE 2007, HELLO 2008

I wrote this last spring as my final year of undergrad. was drawing to a close, seeing as this year as a whole is going to come to an end in a few short hours, I thought that it was more than fitting to share these musings since they're even more pertinent at this time of year:

Each day a gift,
Each moment a blessing,
Where to go from here,
What to do with them,
So much can be done and seen,
What will have happened between now and next year,
Between then and the years to come,
Lives to be written,
Memories to be made,
What stories will be able to be told this time next year,
What opportunities will be presented,
What chances taken,
Excitement lies in the unknown that will be made known,
What a gift,
What a blessing,
That which lies ahead, in the year to come, and in the years to come.

Happy New Year everyone! May it be filled with wonder, growth, love, risks, numerous experiences, and a plethora of memories! Here we come 2008.

JUST SOMETHING FUN

I was taking a break from job-hunting and came across this nice little breather of an activity. What you do is type your answer to each question into the image search of an internet search engine and then pick one image from the first page of results (although, I elaborated a bit on some of the answers on mine, I couldn't help myself). Enjoy!

1. Age you will be at your next birthday
23

2. Place you'd like to travel to

anywhere and everywhere

3. Favorite place

by water and mountains

home sweet home

4. Favorite objects

photographsbooks
babies
(they're probably not usually classified as 'objects' but they are in this case)

5. Favorite food
chicken penne
crepe aux fraises
(crepe with strawberries)
6. Favorite colors
pink brown green

7. Nickname(s)
Megs

Meg
Jagan
8. Place you were born
Spokane, Washington

TWO FOR ONE

I think that it would be absolutely splendid if the Christmas-holiday season could last all year long. From the Christmas music, to all the festive activities. From the way that people band together at this time of year, to the joy that comes from the core of this holiday: the birth of Christ. To me, there is an indescribable type of feeling that exists during Christmastime. It is a feeling so divine, and cherished, and I would love nothing more than if it could survive beyond December 25th. . .much beyond December 25th at that (and yes, I will admit that I am one of those people who plays Christmas music intermittently throughout the year, I'm not ashamed). For the time being though, I suppose that I'll just stick to drinking it all in while it makes its annual visit. The festivities that I had the chance to partake in yesterday definitely helped in my efforts to 'drink it in' this year. After about a ten year hiatus, I found myself in the audience of a Nutcracker performance again and enjoyed the opportunity to view it with fresh eyes (due to my not having seen it recently as well as sharing in my niece's first experience of attending a performance). Aside from that stroll down memory lane, my Christmas joy was heightened even more by getting to spend some time in downtown Seattle as well. For those of you who don't know, downtown Seattle at Christmastime is a magical place. With Christmas lights and decorations on the buildings and lampposts, horse-drawn carriages, the over-sized star on Macy's, the carousel that only comes out this time of year, the immense amount of Christmas-shoppers that pop up everywhere, and of course, good 'ol Santa Claus, among other things, it becomes a surefire place to experience some of the best things of this season. My mom, sister, niece, and I continued our Christmas-y day by making our way from the Nutcracker performance to downtown Seattle in order to take in the annual gingerbread house contest that is put on, in which architecture firms create some exquisite, massive structures. Although they differ a bit from the norm of gingerbread houses, it really is excusable because they're great pieces of art. From there we headed to Pacific Place to catch the 'snow'-fall that takes place in the evening. Evidently I'm not the only one who loves snow because droves of people were there. . .and it's not even real snow! The festive day was topped off with a delicious dinner, which, when shared with family, is wonderful even when it's not Christmastime. All in all, it was a joyous day that helped to solidify the reality that the Christmas-season is upon us, and I couldn't be happier. So, after all this, the moral of my story is that I am thoroughly enjoying this lovely time of the year and all that it has to offer and I hope that you are too. . . because it only lasts for so long you know.



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On a relatively unrelated side-note, there was one thing in particular last night that stuck with me outside of the 'Christmas joy' realm. The aforementioned dinner had taken place at a restaurant that just so happened to be right next to a quaint park/overlook on the north end of Pike Place Market, a hotbed for 'street people'. I've visited the park a time or two during the daytime and have seen it inhabited by a fair amount of such people, but last night, there was an even larger than usual number of folks who had made it their home for a night, or maybe just a pit-stop as they were passing by. Either way, from where I was sitting in the restaurant the street-level window opposite of me provided a straight-on shot of the park, giving me full access to these people as they went about doing their thing. There I sat, on one side of the window, seated in a warm building, dressed in nice clothes, eating a lavish meal in a nice restaurant with the company of my loved ones. There they were, on the other side of the window, out in the cold of the night, dressed in clothes that they possibly have been wearing for days,weeks,even months on end, who knows when the last time that they had had an actual meal had been, and for the most part, they seemed to keep to themselves except for a few who seemed to be finding some form of joy in hanging around other similar people. In my head I pictured the scene that I was in and it felt almost surreal. At one point, one of these 'street people' was no more than a few feet away from the window, and I was roughly ten feet from the window on my side. There we were, around thirteen feet apart from each other, separated by a sheet of glass, but in reality, we were more than just feet apart, we were worlds apart, not separated by something as penetrable as glass, but by something greater, something uglier. It was such a vivid image to me that even now I find it almost ironic when I think of it. How did I wind up lucky enough to be on the side of the window that I was on? What has kept me from being on the other side of that window? What has kept that man, and the others, from being on my side of the window? I can't help but think of that experience last night as a wake-up call, not only for me, but for all of us. There is so much to be grateful for in each of our lives, particular blessings that have gotten us to where we are, whether or not we deserve to be there. And in much the same way that when things are tough for us (which can be often as well) we appreciate the help and care of others, it is important to offer help and care to other people who need it as well, no matter what position of life they're in, whether above us, below us, or even among us. For who's to say that we've necessarily had a direct hand in getting ourselves to what side of the window that we're on, or if that's even where we, or anyone else, will remain for the entirety of our lives? Even though we often are separated by windows, walls, or intangible things, we're also inextricably interconnected and not all that different at the core of things. I just wish that that concept would already be so etched into my mind that it wouldn't take such a drastic image for me to be reminded of it.

PURE AS SNOW

It's always a great day when snow is involved. Today was the first snowfall of the year around here (possibly the only one, we'll see), it wasn't much, but to me it was more than enough. I've always loved snow. Some of my most cherished memories consist of waking up on a winter's morning to find a yard that was completely bare the night before entirely covered in pure, white snow. Just as I bubbled over with childlike joy at such a sight way back then, it still holds true today, maybe even more so now. I think that that is one reason why I love snow so much, it has the power to bring out the kid in one again, to fill one with that same sense of euphoria that they experienced in their youth. Growing older I think that we're all aware of how we lose our childhood innocence, in thought and actions and everything in between, but for some reason, when the sky begins to fill with those white snowflakes we're taken back to a more simple time, when the world wasn't so faulty, stressful, or what have you, and we're able to find that peace and reverie once again. In much the same way, I can't help but look at the snow that falls upon the ground, covering the dirt and grime, and see such a vivid picture of God's own grace towards us. The snow, so pure and white, can cast such a thick blanket over all the filth that culminates on the ground that one would never even have the slightest idea of what lay underneath; not only that, but that same snow can take the darkest of days and illuminate it in white. By the grace of God, through His son Jesus, our own filth is not only covered, but washed away, and in doing so, our dreary lives become bright and full of hope. The hustle and bustle of selfish ambition, the pain of our own sins and those of others towards us, the imperfections, they're all stilled and covered in Jesus' blood, replacing our brandishing marks with the purity of Jesus, and granting us peace and joy. Whatever positive feelings that snowfall can bring about in a person, Jesus is capable of creating those feelings at least tenfold (and most definitely more). In such a day and age that we're in, I hope that not only will people find a peaceful escape in a wintery layer of snow, but I pray that they will see and know the grace, peace, and hope that God offers by way of Jesus.

SNOW

Pure and white, coming down,
Calm throughout,
Child-like fancies springing forth,
Simple pleasures,
Complexities leading to fascination,
Indescribably picturesque,
Stillness, peace, contentment, joy,
Gift from God, His beauty through nature,
Snow.

(I wrote this last year in the midst of watching a beautiful snowstorm envelope the bustling city, in those moments time seemed to slow down, not only for me, but for all the people around. . .I loved it)

WHAT DIRECTION AM I HEADED IN?

Today at a job interview I was asked the age-old question: "where do you see yourself in the next two to five years?", not only was I faced with the dilemma of whether or not to omit the fact that I am actually in the middle of applying to graduate schools and thus am only looking for an 'in the meantime' type of job as opposed to making a career out of that particular position, but I also found myself pondering over the exact question that I have more or less subconsciously been asking myself recently. I have varying passions/interests/dreams to the extent that, on any given day, my idea of my future can differ greatly when compared to the day before. Some days I aspire to have a corporate-like job (this one is rare), to experience the rush that comes with that type of professionalism, to force myself to grow up. Other times I strive for inner-city involvement, bringing hope to a bleak world and exposing myself to that atmosphere as well, enjoying the thrill of the big city while also being attuned to the reality it presents. More often than not, my thoughts lead to a more simplistic form of life; living in some smaller city/town where kicking-back is the way of life, being involved in the community and the lives of individuals, and working beyond the confines of a cubicle, or desk even. And in all honesty, a huge part of me yearns for nothing more than the chance to have my own family, as in a husband and children, to not have to work (but to choose to do so if I wanted), to just settle down and share that type of love that I have bottled up inside of me, while also sharing the rest of my love by way of volunteering or something of that sort. So with all of these mixed thoughts (and the others in my head that are escaping me at the moment), where do I see myself in the next two to five years? I see myself being invested in people, bringing hope to the hopeless, being a friend to the friendless, being a shoulder to cry on, being a companion to be joyous with, simply doing whatever I am capable of doing in order to bring meaning to the lives of others, and to give them the love that I have to share. . .in whatever shape or form that may take. THAT is my general direction, THAT is where I hope to be in the next few years.

CAUSES OF PNEUMONIA: ATTENDING FOOTBALL GAMES IN SEATTLE

Little known fact: among my number of reasons for transferring schools was that I wanted to go to a school that had a football team so that I could enjoy firsthand all the excitement that college football has to offer. But alas, my first year at UW didn't start until after football season and last year, well, I didn't quite make it to any games then. However, TODAY was the day (post-graduation, but oh well) that I made my first appearance in the Husky stadium, and it certainly was a momentous occasion, for a number of reasons.

If it looks as though I'm a little wet here, that's because I am, or more so, I'm A LOT wet. For some reason, for the bulk of my life I have been a constant coat-avoider. I'd much rather just put on layers and call it good, but you would think that my brain might register that that philosophy doesn't quite cut it when the weather calls for rain. Needless to say, I was indeed warm for the better part of the game, but once the rain actually stopped and it was just me and my wet clothes standing in the cold weather, that's when I realized that I wasn't quite as warm as I had thought that I was.

On the other hand, we have my friend Ashlea who was smart enough to wear the proper attire. (and who is also excited at the reality of being at the game, clearly)

As it turned out though, apparently the coat was only good for the upper portion of the body, her jeans were nearly drenched all the way through. The game was fabulous to watch and the Dawgs were putting up a good fight that seemed as though it was finally going to pay off this time around, but our limbs weren't handling the wetness-induced cold very well. Ash headed back home at the end of half-time, and I stuck it out through the kick-off and some great plays that got them down the field and culminated in a field goal before I finally caved in to the constant shivers I was experiencing.

After a nice cup of hot chocolate and a change into warm, dry clothes, we finished watching the game from the comfort (and warmth) of home (my old one, that is), and reveled in a long-eluded victory for the good 'ol Huskies.

We were very excited about the win and decided to showcase one of the tricks that we picked up today:

That would be a "W" for UW, it seems oddly similar to something else I've seen before though. .

You may be asking if risking my health was worth it. . .it was, because of this:
All in all, it was a marvelous day. You've got to love football. . .and Seattle weather. . .and friends. . .and William Hung, of course.

I'M NOT A GIRL. . .NOT YET A WOMAN. . .

Seeing as my life is more often sporadic than stationary, I decided that it might be useful to have a solid place to relay bits of my life, thoughts, etc., for those who're interested/curious and just for me to keep tabs on myself as well. We'll see what comes of this. Welcome to my life!


On a side note, while I was writing the subtitle of this blogspot I found myself stuck on whether to refer to myself as a girl or as a woman. Inevitably, as I sat there pondering my title, Britney Spears' "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" popped into my head. Now, I'm not exactly what you would call an avid Britney Spears listener, but I do have to say that that song in itself isn't all that bad, and in all reality, it poses some valid points on a quandary in life. I can relate to it in that I feel as though I, myself, am somewhere in the in-between right now. I would like to believe that I am rather grown-up and mature, after all, I am a college graduate and I have had a "grown-up" job (even if it was only for a minute amount of time), however, I still feel too young to be referred to as a woman, too naive to be viewed as a full-blown adult. On the other hand, in referring to myself as a girl, I feel as though I am all of 12 years old, which I clearly am not. So, if I'm not either of these, what am I then? A 'tweener' (not to be confused with the 'tweens' of about ages 9-11)? A '20-something female'? A 'girman' (yes, that is my cleverly crafted mixture of 'girl' and 'woman')? And when exactly does one transition from being a girl to being a woman, and having that title actually feel as though it fits accurately? I'm sure that I'm not the only one who has felt this way, and even if no one else admits to it, at least I know that I'll always have Britney in my camp. I suppose that it's just one of life's little mysteries that will only be solved in time. In the mean time, I'll just reap the benefits of having one foot in each world, all the while thinking along the lines of:
"I'm not a girl,
Not yet a woman.
All I need is time,
A moment that is mine,
While I'm in between."