//no i'm not crazy, i just like being single

//note: this post is not intended for younger audiences. it deals with sexuality and other serious elements. 

My mind has soared lately with a myriad of visions and dreams. 

Even though I genuinely look forward to Christ's return, (especially with this perilous era only growing worse)  I yearn to DO things in my earthly life. I have always been a dreamer, a visionary and a go-getter. 

More often than it should be, my dreams are self-focused and not centered on Christ. A close friend of mine has reminded me more than once that a plan is useless if not dedicated to Christ and reliant upon His approval. Scripture confirms this in Psalm 127:1. 

The world sees success as money, worldly goods and an attractive partner who can satisfy your carnal needs. 

Success in God's eyes is completely different. It is fulfilled in giving Christ your everything, spreading His love among creation, and loving Him with all your heart. Really, it could be summed up with just the first and last points, because if we do those things, all the other stuff will follow after naturally. If I love Christ, I should want to tell others about Him when I can. If I love my Savior, I should desire to serve my fellow human beings and be a beam of sunshine to whoever I encounter. 

One thing I have noticed, though, in the Christian, conservative community (I'm looking at you, fellow homeschoolers and homeschool alumni) is the large emphasis on getting married, ASAP. 

Obviously not /all/ folks in this category think like that, and I hate making blanket statements because obviously everyone is different. 

I'm just saying. It's common to see lots of focus on finding your match and getting hitched. Sometimes, "lots" is an understatement. 

It's not a bad thing to desire marriage, especially while in your early twenties when you think you're unstoppable against the world. In fact, not only is it perfectly normal and acceptable, it's in many ways, quite ideal. Our biological clocks are on a countdown. It's a proven fact that child-bearing is easiest when you're younger. Hormones are raging. Temptation looms over our naive, relatively-inexperienced heads like a giant, ominous weight; suspended by a piece of twine that could snap at any time. 

Let's face it, y'all. It's hard to be a young adult in twenty-sixteen.

 I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. It's flippin' HARD. 

No other era in history has been so exposed to evil-on-demand as we are. Unfortunate as it is, we have a buffet of evil arrayed at our fingertips. So many items and flavors to pick from, and most can be in our grasp within minutes if not seconds, due to technology's encroachment in our lives. 

Sin has always existed, but in 2016 we are invited in enjoy it without guilt and to give it a seat at our table. Nobody even calls it sin to begin with, because that goes against the idealogy of relativism. 

 Sin is a welcome guest on earth. You're even called weird, prudish and downright hateful if you decide not to take a bite from this alluring buffet. 

And who wants to go against the flow? 

There's a reason that I say all this, by the way. I know I ramble, but I'm going somewhere - trust me. 

I just want to acknowledge how hard it is to be single and overcoming temptation in 2016. 

Personally, I suck at it. I literally am awful at being pure. I might be a technical virgin, but trust me, I don't deserve the title. I struggle with stuff, and I know it. Not gonna lie or try to put on airs.

 Sometimes, I wish I weren't created to be a sexual human being. Sometimes I question what all the temptation and struggling is really for, in the end. When I consider the fact that there's a chance I might not marry for a while, if at all, I even get angry.  Part of my flesh screams out in distress because my body craves to be fulfilled in ways that only a healthy union with my hypothetical soul-mate can satisfy. I'm not gonna lie. I crave sex just like anybody else. 

Don't faint.

 I can see you over there, on the other side of the screen, just staring in shock at that last line. You're probably thinking I've lost my wits, right? I mean, come on, we're not supposed to talk about this subject to begin with. It's just...taboo. Because. Reasons. Right..?

But seriously.

I know I just said it aloud what a lot of single Christian virgins are thinking but don't want to admit. 

Look, there's nothing wrong with acknowledging your body's biological functions and needs. Sex is natural, normal and even sacred. Society - and sin, overall -  has polluted many peoples' ideas on it, true. But it's still just as special and important as it was when it was first created. And, heck, biology is just plain biology, no matter how squeamish talking about it makes you feel. 

So, basically, there are definite biological reasons why marrying young is a good thing and very healthy. Even Paul acknowledged that marriage is good, relating to the subject of avoiding temptation to cave and act impurely. 

Of course, we also know there are countless other reasons why marriage is wonderful, if it is a healthy, loving marriage focused on God. In fact, it can be the most amazing union a man and woman can experience other than having a devoted relationship with God. 

But I'm not really here to preach a sermon on marriage. 

I acknowledge the greatness of a healthy marriage, and I understand the desire to seek out your mate ASAP. 

But let's get something straight.

Getting married is not your ultimate calling. 

Finding your soulmate is not the reason your were created. 

And, you can be perfectly happy and content as a single pringle. 

Newsflash! Being single is actually not a disease, problem or illness that needs to be cured! It's just another phase of life, that can be utilized in incredible ways to serve God. 

Being "single" is not part of your identity, and it doesn't define you. It's just another location on the map of life. And chances are, most of us won't be staying in this location for that much longer. 

You can call me weird, or insist that I'm just bluffing - but honestly? I like being single. I'm not just saying that. I really mean it. I genuinely am happy and at peace being free of a romantic, committed relationship.

That being said, I have been in a few relationships before. I know what it's like to go through all that, alright? I've been there. It has it's ups and downs. Clearly I haven't found 'the one' yet - that, or maybe the timing is just not right currently, if I have met the guy already. Who knows at this point. It's all in God's hands and I don't dare try to take it into my own.

Dating/courting somebody can be amazing, and it can bring a lot of happiness and fulfillment into your life. Hopefully, the other person's in the same belief-system as you so you can encourage eachother in your spiritual journey. If you get physical, well - yeah. There's that too. (Personally for numerous reasons I don't advocate a high level of physicalness in a relationship like this.)

But fact is, relationships also suck. There's a whole truckload of pressure that gets unintentionally heaped on both parties. Whether you want it or not.

 In my experience, the men tend to jump in head-over-heels emotionally and are spouting off the "I loves you"s way too early in the relationship. What does this do? It makes us girls feel like we have to reciprocate the sentiment, whether or not we actually feel the same. Sometimes you might like somebody, but you don't know if you actually love them. Heck, I feel like this the story of my love-life so far. *shakes head* I mean, there are incredibly amazing men out there, but when you already struggle with mental clarity (or lack thereof) and hyper-distorted messed up hormonal imbalances, it's incredibly difficult to ever truly understand your feelings when it comes to love and what love actually manifests itself as. I could write a whole other post on what love is and isn't, on my meager knowledge of the subject. I probably won't though, because honestly I'm stillllll incredibly clueless and that's kinda why I'm single. 

Perhaps I'm delusional, but I think it's perfectly acceptable to be content during your single years. 

There is nothing wrong with not desiring romance for a little while. In fact, when you can actually put this particular subject aside and give it a break, you get to really experience life in ways you couldn't during a committed relationship. 

-You have more time to fulfill dreams and serve God, for one. 

-You don't have the potential drama, stress and mess of emotional entanglement. 

-You don't have to worry about pleasing a significant other and catering to their wants/needs. 

-You belong to nobody. You are your own person, free from the confines of expectations and commitment that a relationship demands. 

Not to mention, there's nothing like that feeling of being an untamed "calico pony on an open prairie". The sky is the limit! (Obviously I don't say this in reference to what sin or bad stuff you can get away with. It's more of, being free emotionally and spiritually.) 

The biggest reason I choose to be single currently is because of my relationship with God.

How can I have a successful, productive relationship with a human if I can't have a fruitful, passionate relationship with Jesus, the Creator of mankind? 

I know we're all works in progress and that you can't necessarily use that as an excuse to stay single forever. But truth is, it's easier to develop you walk with God when you don't have another person competing for your time, love and thoughts. 

So, no. I'm not weird or crazy. I simply want to seize the day. I aim to make the most of each season God gives me. 

And right now, that means loving my single years, treating them as a precious gift. Not letting them go to waste.

I invite you to do the same. 

When You Look Back On the Future

When she recounted the moments of her past year, the past three-hundred-and-sixty-five days, she saw answers to questions hidden in plain view. Her eyes saw them now, but they had been invisible back when she was living at that exact moment. She couldn't see it then, but now it was as clear as the cerulean sky above her head. 

What caused her former self to be shrouded from understanding the things she now knew? When does a soul ripen, transforming from a naive acorn into a discerning oak? 

She still didn't know the answer to that one. The wisdom she craved and the spirit of understanding which she desired so immensely were always things of mystery. Far more valuable than any physical object, and rightly so. 

But now it all made sense. 

She was now living in the future - the future her former self didn't yet know. A year ago, she was a different soul. A little less seasoned. A little less knowledged. A little less wise.
A soul who allowed herself to be deceived into thinking she knew what love was.
He hadn't been her first choice, no. But she was willing to give him a chance just in case God had plans for them. She liked him, and for a time she even thought that she was in love.
Alas, no. That wasn't true love.
It wasn't meant to be.
When God revealed this to her, she changed. She realized the truth.
When she learned a secret she hoped she'd never have to know, everything came apart. The afternoon she learned something far more saddening than she ever wanted to imagine, was the afternoon that changed her life forever.
But it was the hardest month of her life.
She dissolved into an ocean of solitude and misery, a swath of confusion and protest. She tried not to let anger and bitterness take root in her soul. Only God could count the number of tears she wept in confusion and pain.
But when her world was turned upside down, she felt the embrace of Christ himself.
In that time of perceived tribulation, she lost a bit of herself and gained something even more grand.
She gained experience. A jewel of wisdom. She experienced a tiny taste of the fires of God's refining.
And she learned to cherish those flames.

-

It's a beautiful thing to look back on the past, and see how the Lord's mercies work together like pieces in a giant, universal puzzle. To think that, I, just a small fragment of that grand puzzle could even be allowed a place in the picture at all is gloriously humbling!
When I look back on what was, at one time, the future to my past self, I see things that weren't possible to understand then. It's as if I were driving down a pitch-black highway at night, with only my dim-lights on so that I can merely see about forty feet ahead in the darkness.

Of course, on one hand, isn't that what faith is? Walking by TRUST, HOPE, and BELIEF, not by sight. You have NO idea what's yet to come but you know it will all make sense at some point!

Even thinking about what I considered tribulation, earlier this year, is interesting. The truth is? I have no clue what a real trial or tribulation is like. I may have experienced pain, and my soul may feel awful raw and cut-on. But that doesn't mean I've truly suffered. By Jove, gracious, no! Have I been persecuted for my following Jesus? Have I been tortured or my family arrested because of our faiths? No! Am I still alive, thriving and breathing? Yes!

I'm going to be totally honest with y'all. This isn't pretty, but it has to be said.
There were months when I wanted to die.
You might find that hard to believe, coming from a girl with high self-esteem and an incredible amount of drive in life.
*sigh* But it's true. As many days as I've had where my emotions soared and I felt I was truly amazingggg (see, I definitely have tendency to struggle with pride!), I've had just as many where I cursed myself as being a horrible excuse of human, never good enough and always failing and disappointing the ones I loved dearest. It crushed me more than any physical burden could.
When the voices screaming in my head wouldn't be silent and I wanted to end it so I wouldn't hear them, or have to be stuck with my shell of a monstrosity. I hated myself so, in the times when I hit extreme emotional lows that sunk to levels of depression.
I was a mess, I was worried for other people's safety when I was out in public. I never knew when my next meltdown would be. I had a few panic attacks out of nowhere. I couldn't focus, and I was crying every day for no reason other than nothing made sense and I was so sick of myself.
I heard voices saying I was an alien, a monster, and that nobody could understand my condition of being. I was an anomaly. A girl whose emotions were off the charts. Bipolar. Out of control.
The voices wouldn't shut up. I couldn't find peace in my cranium no matter how I attempted to seek it. I prayed in desperation for rest from the chaos enveloping my mind. It just wouldn't come.

I want to say that some of those days were like hell on earth for me. Obviously that is a major exaggeration, but if you've ever experienced any form of depression or manic-depressive symptoms you'll understand. It's truly grotesque, what your mind does when subjected to this kind of crippling emotional...whatever you call it. Actually I reckon the scientific answer is that it's merely an chemical imbalance in the brain. Still, it is crippling.

I don't really know what happened, but for the past several months I have experienced something that has been much prayed for, and almost too good to be true, considering the mental madness of earlier in the year.
Mental clarity, and internal peace. 
NO VOICES. No screaming voices. No slanderous whispers in my ears. No endless tears and meltdowns every single day of the week.
Tears are welling up in my eyes as I say this. (what can I say, I'm still very emotional and this subject is not one I bring up much.)
I've never felt so incredibly FREE. I'm like a wild horse running free on the prairie, with nothing between me and the horizon. The bars of my mental prison vanished. I'm a bird released from its cage.
There are no chains on me, not any more.
I am free.
The only answer I have for this is one word. One name.
Jesus. 
People say you can't recover from mental illness. People say that you can't wipe that kind of thing from your DNA.
My answer is, thank God that the Supernatural Almighty doesn't listen to the scorn and disbelief of mortal humanity!
I don't know if I still have the potential for those bipolar-syndromes to return - maybe it will always be there. But maybe not. Maybe it won't.
 I will say this. My God is powerful, and so far, He's not failed me yet.
He answers prayers, in ways I don't expect or envision.
So if He takes this completely, I won't be surprised.
I will just be immensely grateful.

Anyway, so getting back to what I was saying earlier, I have experienced pain and there were times I thought I wouldn't be able to handle it any longer.
But all in all? Have I suffered? Have I truly suffered tribulation?
No.
No amount of bipolar-symptom trauma or emotional tornadoes could change that.
And even if I lost everything I have, I would still not know true suffering.
No, real suffering isn't anything I'll ever know.
Jesus suffered when He took my punishment on the cross. When He laid down His life to be brutally murdered in one of the most painful deaths a human could experience.
That was true suffering.
So yeah...can I complain about anything I've gone through?
Never.

When I look back on the past, I know that it was a beautiful one. Why? Because even scars and broken pieces are beautiful, when they are redeemed and refined by Christ. 

A Storm Called Liberation - Letters to Myself

 

This isn't really a poem, but I don't know what else to call it. Musings? Yes, musings will do.

It's just what happens when you know you need to write /something/ but you aren't sure whether to pen a song, or a poem by itself. This will probably end up evolving into a song though nonetheless.

I will admit that these past two weeks have been among the hardest in my life. I was given counsel by a very dear friend who is like a second-mother to me, to "write letters to myself" when I am feeling more spiritually and emotionally stable, for those times in which I'm struggling. So I'm going to give it a go. Here's the first letter.

 

-

 

"A Storm Called Liberation" 

 

Fallen, my blood seeps into the ground.

Blinded, my mind hijacked and confounded.

I tried to destroy my own soul, I listened to my own lies.

Bound in a tangle of darkness, my throat raw from the screams and cries.

Resurrected, my wounds cleansed and purified by the Creator.

Eyes wide open; I take hold of the clarity and power He bestows.

Snapped me out of my delusions, cut the ties that held me trapped and lost.

 

Keep telling yourself a lie, and soon it becomes the truth.

God is not the author of confusion, He gives us direction on what to do.

Throw off the ropes, shred the lies like paper and toss them to the wind.

Your feet weren’t meant to be stagnant, and your mind wasn’t made to sleep.

Pick your body off the floor, plant your feet firm and grit your teeth.

In Him, you will overcome, you will survive, and you will find peace.

There’s a reason for this tempest, and this hurricane is only one of many.

The torrent of emotions is only a season, and you’re strong enough, you won’t drown.

You’re in a refining fire and in the end you will be like silver, if you fully seek the Lord.

This tribulation will free you, brace yourself and stand your ground.

Freedom isn’t a gentle thing, liberation takes you by storm.

So throw your chains away; allow the flood to envelop your soul.

 

You will bleed, you will plead for the end to come.

The darkness of night only points to our need for the sun.

I see clouds on the horizon, but I am thankful for the storms.

Lighting illuminates the heavens; thunder rolls like an orchestral score.  

Focus on the prize ahead, think to the years of the future, when,

Tried by the fire, having weathered the turbulence, having done all to stand,

Your skin will be thicker, your mind wiser, and your feet closer to the Promised Land. 

 

These Walls

 

// A result of random urges to write at 2 AM. Yes, it's somewhat dark. //

 

 

These Walls

 

These walls house two people, and them two people don’t get along

These walls house two enemies, and they wage war, oh they wage war

Welcome to a morbid home, these walls are covered in blood

Welcome to a battleground, a less-than-peaceful abode.

These windows are clouded, because the people always fight

These windows are a mirror to the darkness and the light

What a pity, what a shame. You wouldn’t understand their little game

They’re both fighting to get out, and if you listen close you can hear them shout.

 

Between these blue eyes you see,

There’s an entire world underneath

 And beneath this convincing smile

There’s a scheming crocodile

Inside this cranium, inside this heart

There’s no vacancy, that’s for sure.

Would you run if you knew, that behind these eyes of blue

These walls house more than one mind, and there’s a war, oh there’s a war inside

Would you think that I’m a freak, if all within me were to speak

Would you run if you could see, that there are two of me?

 

I told her to get lost, there’s no room in this little house

But she said she got a plan of her own, and these walls can’t hold us both

So I drew my sword and she drew her sword, and we fought it out right there

We painted the walls with blood, oh in our morose abode

 

These windows are tinted, so that nobody can look within

They’d see two girls fighting in a symphony of sin

These windows are a portal to a chaotic world below

Sometimes it’s beautiful, and sometimes it’s a warzone

Between these eyes of cerulean,

There’s a constant struggle to be free

And behind this sun-kissed face

Is another girl in another space

No vacancy in this heart, no room in this mind

Too many occupants fighting for time

 

Would you run if you knew, that behind these eyes of blue

These walls house more than one mind, and there’s a war, oh there’s a war inside

Would you think that I’m a freak, if all within me were to speak

Would you run if you could see, that there are two of me?

And would it scare you to know, that I’ve embraced it so

These walls house two of us, and we’re rising from the dust

When we aren’t fighting, we are strong – we create the harmony in our song

When I stretch my wings, look to the sky, because it takes the two of us to fly

This is a strange little house, a strange little heart

But sometimes the occupants paint brilliant works of art

There is gold amid the crimson; stars in the darkened night

Because together, our minds as one, we’re victors in our fight.

 

//

So yeah. This is what it's like to have two personalities (and more) in your mind.

 Sometimes I hate it, sometimes it makes me stronger. If I don't render it to Christ, give Him full control, I'm always on the ground, crawling, and it's hard to see if I'm moving forward or not.

 I feel like that's all that needs to be said.

 

And If The Music's Good, You Dance {the final chapter of 2014}

 

// And if the music's good, you dance. //

 

I feel really out of touch with this blog.

 Like, I haven't kept you guys up to date on anything at all this year.

 

Kinda a shame, because it's been the best year of my life.

 

Don't I say that every year? I guess it just proves how things only keep getting more and more amazing.

 It feels like this year sort of came, did a couple cartwheels, and then disappeared out the back door.

But that's okay. Because those cartwheels were pretty darn incredible.

 

 

Yes, there were cons along with the pros. There are things I regret. But I am a self-declared eternal optimist, so therefore I'm not dwelling on those negatives. I never liked bad vibes. And besides, all you can do is to learn from your mistakes. You don't eat them up like they're dark chocolate or nutella.

You adapt. You expand your horizons. You evolve. (On the micro scale, of course. haha) You pull yourself off the ground, and start walking in the right direction again. And you try not to look back.

 

// Romans 8:1 //

There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh but after the Spirit. 

 

^^Perhaps one of my favorite verses in the entire Scriptures.

 

 

Reflecting back on the year, it was busy, productive (for the most part - social media tends to wreck havoc on my productivity) and full of chances to grow. I had so many opportunities to do different things! For the moment, I'd like to focus on some of those many opportunities.

 

We'll start with January, where it all began. The first chapter. ♪

 

JANUARY

 

Love these sisters!

♪ I went to (and played music at) my first Civil War reenactment, the Brooksville Raid.

♪ I became an adult - legally, at least.

♪ I cut my bangs, and fell in love with them.

♪ I started writing the sequel to The Rebels of Florida.

 

 

FEBRUARY

 

 

 

♪ I went to NYC for the fifth time with my dad on ASGA business. Explored the Manhattan and Brooklyn bridges.

♪ Southern Lights played at the Battle of Olustee, our second reenactment and the largest in FL.

♪ My family got our first truck!

♪ I worked a lot on If Dante Had Wings.
♪ I had my first art commission!
 

Turquoise eyes.

MARCH

 

 

♪ We played at the Williston reenactment.

♪ And at that reenactment, I met Chris.♥

♪ We had a retro party.

Will, Adam, Andrew and Luke did basketball for the first time!

 

 

APRIL

 

 

♪ Adam, Andrew and Will started doing baseball.

♪ My grandma got married!

♪ Started writing for Survival Mom.

♪ Will turned 15.

 

 

MAY

 

 

♪ Southern Lights had our first paid gig at the Fort King historic site grand opening.

♪ We took a trip up to Alabama to visit with our dear 'extended family', the Caliguires.

♪ GFP had an audition for Radicals and casted two characters. 

 



Country kids have all the fun!

 

JUNE

 

 

♪ My family had our annual Oxendine family reunion at the beach for a week.

♪ Six out of those seven days, I got to see Chris.

♪ On June 8th, he asked to court me! ♥

♪ We had our first date, which was going to the homeschool prom/English country dance.

 

 

 

JULY



 

 

♪ Our whole family went to Orlando for another of Daddy's conferences.

♪ I had my graduation ceremony.

♪ Will, Chris and I did a photoshoot for Radicals.

♪ Chris took me on a hot air balloon ride in Orlando!

♪ We also went tubing, and to Medieval Times.



From the Radicals photoshoot

 

 

AUGUST

 

 

♪ Southern Lights received our second paid gig, playing at the Battle of Gainesville.

♪ I had my graduation pictures taken.

♪ Chris took me flying!

♪ We took a little vacation to the beach.

♪ I got to go to Chris' Sea Cadets promotion.

♪ I started lessons at the Ocala Piano Conservatory.

 ♪ Luke turned 8.

♪ I split The Rebels of Florida into two books.

 

 

 

 

SEPTEMBER

 

 

♪ Chris and I ran the Color Run!

♪ We went to a Fall Ball in Ocala.

♪ Chris and I went to the Blue Grey Cotillion in St. Pete.

♪ I gained 8 new piano students, my professional piano teaching season began. (Also began teaching my brothers.)  

♪ I started volunteering at a local Awana as a Truth and Training leader.

♪ My family took the annual road trip to Washington, DC for my dad's largest ASGA conference.

 

 



Yes, little bro is cute when he's being a gentleman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 OCTOBER

 

 ♪ Chris took me to two different Florida orchestra concerts. I had never been to a live orchestra performance before!

♪ Will, Daddy and I went to Chicago (my second time, Will's first) for an ASGA conference.

♪ I performed at my first Ocala Piano Conservatory concert.

 

 

 

NOVEMBER

 

 

 

♪ Chris and I participated in the Ocklawaha River Raid, and I got to go to my first reenactment church service.

♪ We also got to hand out tracts at the Micanopy Fall Festival.

♪ We had a bonfire and played music under the stars.

♪ We went to a masquerade ball.

♪ Southern Lights played at Ocali Country Days for our third year in a row.

♪ Went to Mammy and Pappy's for Thanksgiving, and went fishing - caught 3 redfish hehe.

 

 

 



The whole clan!

 

 

 

DECEMBER

 

 

♪ Chris and I went to a Christmas party at his church, and he took me to a concert at the Bok Tower.

♪ I played guitar and sang Silent Night in German with Chris' sister at a womens' Bible study down there.

♪ Adam and Andrew turned 11.

♪ Chris, Will and I saw the third Hobbit film.

♪ Got to spend Christmas with our grandparents, cousins and Chris.

♪ I started a new nanny job.

♪ Chris and I celebrated 6 months of being together!

♪ Officially enrolled in the International Sports Sciences Association, for my fitness trainer certification.

 

 

 

Whew. There ya have it. All the highlights that I could remember at the moment. I know I left out a whole lot.

Sooo, if you've stuck around - kudos and free chocolate for ya, you awesome trekker person, you.

And now it's disastrously late. Well, 1:30, which, for a night owl, isn't /that/ late. But for most normal people...erm, yeahh. It's late.

 

Before I go, I had this thought I would share a few of my favorite quotes. And a random quote snippet I had shared on Facebook.

 

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Luke: *scrunches eyebrows together* Why is there a little shaking outhouse in the front of Chris' car?
Me: *makes a face* A what?!
Luke: A shaking outhouse!
Me: *shakes head* I have noo idea what you're talking about.
Luke: It's blue and has little windows......
Me: *stares at the 7-year-old munchkin in bewilderment*......
Luke: *looks equally confused* ....
Me:......
Luke:....
Me:.....OHHHH. *eyes widen as I suddenly figure out what he's talking about*

Hahahahahah so Chris has this bobble TARDIS on his dash... I guess it's pretty obvious that the youngest members of the Oxendine clan aren't acquainted with Doctor Who. xD

--

 

♪ Optimist (n.) - Someone who knows that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster; it's a cha-cha. // Robert Brault ♪

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♪ You're never fully dressed without a smile. ♪

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♪ Don't look for a princess in need of saving, search for a queen to fight by your side. ♪

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♪ My purpose in life is simple. To peacefully turn the world upside down. - Me ♪

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♪ Always love a woman for her personality. They have like 10, so you can choose. (haha!) ♪

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♪ Playing the piano is like dancing for the fingers. ♪

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♪ Meekness= power under control. ♪

 

So, 2014 was amazing. God's mercies extended further than I could ever have dreamed. Which is nothing new, because His mercies are abundant and eternal. Praising Him for all that He has done and allowed me to do, and for His mercy when I mess up. Cause I tend to do that a lot.
But yeah. This was the year I got a boyfriend, discovered kpop, swing and Wicked: The Musical, found out how addicting Civil War reenacting is, cut my bangs and declared myself a free-spirited hippie minus all the drugs and bad stuff. I joined the Firefly and Sherlock fandoms. I ran a lot. I made new friends. T'was shiny.

And now it's time for me to go to bed. Thus concludes the defining chapter.
So long, twenty-fourteen. I'll look back on ye fondly.

And YOU, 2015, well, it's just the beginning of our fabulous adventure.
Literally.