Over the course of the past 25 years, our parents have raised some pretty awesome kids. You might say that’s being conceded. I think it’s just a fact.
Now I’m not saying I’m particularly spectacular. I’m not really outstanding at anything… just sort of average across the board. And that’s pretty okay with me. Sure, sometimes I’d like to be the best writer to ever dominate Planet Earth with my crazy mad skills or have a doctorate in the multiple areas that interest me (things such as agriculture and interpretive dance/baton twirling)… heck, I’d just like to be able to concentrate on studying for 10 minutes… but honestly – being average at things isn’t really a bad rap to have.
Now, just because I’m admitting I’m average at doing things doesn’t mean I think living an average life is cool. In fact lately, that’s the exact point I’m trying to stray away from. Being in college is a huge time of transition and making decisions and being independent and blah blah blah. People get caught up in it. It consumes us as students. And you know what? That’s crap. All I want in life is to see the beauty in the world around me and be joyful that God has graced me with the ability to recognize it. Granted, I’m still working on it… but it’s a start of a journey that I’m a whole lot happier traversing than the alternative and - I’m gonna say it - LAMER version.
Going back to my parents raising awesome kids. They did. Have you met my sisters? Case in point.
Speaking for the three of us, we hope this is the start of a beautiful blog relationship. The Good Lord knows we’re gonna need more things to communicate with other than the droves of cats slinking around the ol' park.
More on that later…
