Perspective

  Sometimes inspiration doesn’t strike.

Sometimes we don’t have the right words to say.

Sometimes we don’t know why, but we just have to stop and cry.

These moments are moments that define us.

These are the moments when we look at our circumstances and decide if we are going to let them make or break us.

Everyone has their own battles to fight, everyone loses something in this world.

What makes a person remarkable is how they pick themselves up no matter how hard they have been knocked down.

We all have rage, sorrow, longing, passion, joy, fear, and sadness, it is easy to become a slave to our own emotions, but when you become a slave of your own making, what’s worth fighting for anymore? If you let your emotions rule, you willingly give up your freedom, to live a life of slavery.

Overcome.

Overcome what you feel and rejoice for what you have. Give yourself a reason to keep fighting. Look through the dark and find something bright to hold 

onto.

Don’t let bad moments control a good life.

Standup against your emotions, take a pause and breath, cry if it helps, but then get back up and keep living for the good.

Make a decision to find the good in every situation.

And when the bad hits, just praise in the storm, knowing that tomorrow will be a better day. Change your perspective to recive a better day. 

“One person's craziness is another person's reality.” 
― Tim Burton

flower girl at the fair

The smell of deep fried dough in the air was all I needed, the wind wasn’t blowing so the air was thick with that ooey gooey, gimme gimme, mouthwatering smell (Deep fried Oreo’s has always been a favorite of mine). Josh and I walked through the front gate hand and hand (well... more of his hand being held against his will as I drag him everywhere as fast as my legs would allow) we explored for moments, but soon after Josh had purchased the wristbands for us to ride to rides we were off, first stop on our list was the zipper. We walked up to this huge cage like thing that looks like dog kennels suspended in the air and spinning while rotating in a circle 

After the zipper we ran (okay lets be real, I skipped) over to the Tilt a Whurl, because gravity is lame, and we wanted to defy it. We went around the whole fair laughing and riding all the rides they had to offer till I felt sick, then we scadoodled on over to the event section where there was lots of rucks coming from. As we approached we saw a big riding ring with a bull inside.

Between the bull riders, the bull rangers, and the barrel racers, the air no longer smelled thick of fried dough but was foggy with kicked up dust and smelled of horses and dirt. It was an amazing show, defiantly one I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. As we walked back to our car we stopped for a few of the games and Josh won me two stuffed bears. All in all it was an amazing night to visit the fair, I’m sad to see it leave town but I can’t wait till next year when I can go again! 

Passion and Calling

For this week I had planned a story on how I went to west virginia, and also on how I went on an epic date to the carnival… but something just didn't feel right after a short conversation I had this morning, I had to change a few things around, so today's post might not having as much adventure, but it does have more meaning.

Passion and calling

Today I saw someone post on Facebook about how scared they are that in their future they will lose passion for the things they love, someone posted back to that person saying that she would fight for what she is passionate about, so that this person could keep their passion for this thing alive in the future. This got me thinking.

Can you no longer love something you were once passionate about?  And what is the difference between being passionate about something and being called to something?  

I believe throughout our lives we become very passionate about many different things, some as big as finding a solution for world hunger, and some as small as being passionate about Johnny deep movies, these passions help drive us, they help determine who we are, and the daily choices we make, but, we may lose the spark that once drove our passions inside of us, this is normal.

  Passions are like a style, they are something that define us, but sometimes we out grow them and grow into new passions. This is not a bad thing. We are not meant to love only one thing our whole life’s, we are able to grow and have new passions, as our life goes on, it does not mean we have no feelings towards the passion we out grew, it just means we don’t have the same amount of passion as before.

The difference between passion and calling is that, passion is something that can come and go, it makes a change in your life, it is a part of you, but it is not something you still relate to in your life today, a calling is something no matter how hard you try to get away from it in your life it keeps coming back to you. You can’t get rid of a calling. A calling is something you never outgrow, it’s something embedded into your soul, it is something that has been God breathed into your genetics.

So never be scared to have many passion in your life, go out into the world, find things you are passionate about, and search for your calling, because the things we are called to in life are just as much of a part of us as we are it. 

Kids Do Not Try This At Home

                                                            Photo creds to Kylie Godfrey

My adventure this 4^th of July was a bit different from the years before, it involved scaling down the side of a 60 foot rock wall, epic air time, and of course fire works!!!!

On 4^th of July I made plans with my lovely boyfriend josh, and best friend jewel, at the moment we didn't know those plans involved such an adrenaline rush.

We decided to go swimming at our local quarry, so we shimmied into our bathing suits and hit the road ready for an adventure. Once we got there be began our journey Once we got there we began our journey down the trail to the quarry, the winding dirt path lead on for a while , we walked kicking up dust behind us. Finally. We had made it to the edge of the quarry where there were 25, 30, 60, and 75 foot drops from rocks on the side of the lake, this is where it got exciting. We kicked off our shoes, and started our climb down to the 30 foot jump, there is a rope tied to a tree up top that you can hold onto and scale down the rock wall with. After some slipping and sliding, we made it to the 30 foot jumping rock, this is where the adrenaline kicks in, Josh went first, he walked over to the edge of the rock and jumped right in, (well, there may have been a manly scream in the free fall somewhere), then it was my turn, standing on that rock I had second guesses, but after lots of convincing I jumped. The free fall may have been one of the scariest things I've yet to experience, I screamed like a little girl, I may have possibility peed myself, but I did it two more times after that. We even swam across the quarry and did a 15 foot jump from a swing rope a few times (till I promptly belly flopped). Latter on once we were water logged, we headed back into town where we met my brother for a lovely fireworks show, as the sky lit up I knew it would be a fourth of July to remember. 

The Ascend

The Ascend

 It started late on a Friday night, we grabbed our back packs, our hiking boots, and food…lots of food.

We started our drive to Old Rag Mountain around 1:Am Saturday morning, we successfully got lost and off track around two or three times (most likely due to the blaring music coming out of the car, and us screaming along to every lyric). The windows were down and the foggy night air flooded our lungs with the taste of adventure on our lips. Finally we made it to the long dark foggy road that led to the base of the mountain where the trail started, as we cruised down that dark road going ten miles an hour with the windows down, I stood up so that my head was poking out of the sun-roof and the wind wiped my hair all around.

Finally we parked our cars and geared up (who would I be if I didn't have my North Face gear? And wishing I had an eno) we started hiking up the mountain and after an hour and a half the rain came. It down poured so badly the trail started to flood over top of our feet and soaking us to the bone, yet we kept on trucking up the mountain, racing the sunrise, taking breaks only when needed.

We made it to the rock scramble just as the rain drifted away and the fog rolled back in, we started climbing the rocks without hesitation trying our hardest to reach the peak by morning light, we went over, under, sideways and up, scaling the rocks as fast as we could. We made it to the top as the sun was just rising over the mountain, some would say it wasn't worth it because there was so much fog you could not see the sun, but the way the sun lit up the foggy mountains was remarkable. We spent time and took naps and adventured around the peak of the mountain, then we started the descend with aching feet, but light hearts, the rain had stopped, the sun was out, and we did it ....To us it was worth it.