I've been having a lot of deep thoughts lately on different subjects. I thought you all would maybe like to hear them and also maybe not...either way here they are :P
Thoughts on appearance:
I bought a pair of overalls a few weeks ago. My roommates pressured me into trying them on and apparently I "pulled them off" so they made me get them. I was brave enough to pull them out one day and wear them. I went onto campus and was absolutely scared to death. I was literally standing in lines at our dining hall wondering what people were thinking. Do they think I look stupid? Do they think I look like a five-year old? Maybe I should go home and change...
I finally snapped out of that ridiculous girl moment and realized how insane those thoughts are. I love my overalls. They may be as saggy as a diaper but by golly they were the most comfortable things I had worn in a while. I am going to wear my overalls because I love them, not because anyone else loves them.
I often think that the expectations for girls don't affect me that much. I try not to get caught up too much in appearance. When I have moments like this, though, I realize I often fit exactly into the stereotype of a self conscious girl. But why? Why does it matter if I wear clothes that I wore when I was five? Why does it matter if people think I look stupid in my comfy faded overalls? It really doesn't and I'm kinda done worrying about it.
I bought an adorable chevron print with this bible verse on it a few months ago. I think that I'm going to hang it in my apartment with Cay next year to remind us what really matters.
"It is not fancy hair, gold jewelry, or fine clothes that should make you beautiful. No, your beauty should come from inside you-the beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit. That beauty will never disappear. It is worth very much to God." 1 Peter 3:3-4
Lastly, a quick thought on love:
Love is really special. I know people who know me think I'm the cheesiest girl around but love just amazes me every day. Probably a week ago, I was in a funk. I was laying around my apartment a lot doing work and I just needed a change of pace. I was stuck in a schedule at school and I was sick of it; I was ready to be home (Surprise, I already miss VT but that's beside the point). The point is, that Spencer knew I was feeling icky. He knew I had felt so blah for a few days now. We sat in his apartment thinking of something to do. I quickly asked him to sing me a song (this actually doesn't happen as much as people think it does haha).
He asked what song I wanted to hear but of course I didn't care. That's when he started singing Jack Johnson's "Better Together". Spencer used to play Jack all the time but it had been a few years since he had played this song. That didn't stop him, though, he pushed through, figuring out chords along the way. This doesn't seem like much, but Spencer knows I love when he sings Jack Johnson. He knows I love the way his songs make me feel. Instead of playing a fast folk song as he probably would've wanted to, he took the time to make me happy. These are truly the moments I cherish most with him. I love our love.
Better together :D
