Poof!

And just like that, I'm a Columbus kid now.

Already I feel quite at home. Tomorrow, I'm getting up to walk to morning mass.

How weird and awesome it is to say that. I could have always started my day with mass, but it seems so much more feasible right now, right here. And I'm sure I'll be the youngest person there, but I'm sure I'll make an impression just because I do have a young face.

And who knows? I might even bust out the veil. Or a hat. Probably a hat. But maybe my veil.

I can't decide.

But it's a new parish, a new town, and a new time. Why not be different? Why not be uuber Catholic girl?

I mean, out of all my new friends I've made here, probably the first thing they might say about me is, "oh, she's sweet. And super Catholic."  So why not ask Father if I can donate an extra hour to adoration so that it can go until 10 p.m.? Why not ask to be involved in RCIA?  I've been worried that this parish won't be as great as St. Joe's, but I can certainly help to build it up if I find it lacking.

Really though, I can't thank God enough right now. Everything changes. Everything. I've been on the go all my life it seems. I never really live in one place more than four or five years at a time. Boyfriends come and go, friends come and go, you have to leave your family to work...but the one thing that remains ever the same is God.

Thank God He doesn't change. Thank God He knew all this would happen and in His wisdom He left us with the faith so that where ever we went, His church, His word, His people would be there to help us on our way.

Thanks be to God. 

I dropped my phone in the tub...

For some of you this might be a double dose (a la facebook), but in case you missed it there:

I dropped my phone in the tub. I am doing tech recon on it. Buuuuuuuut in the meantime, I am phoneless. So if you try to call or text, I am most definitely not going to get it.

Usually, this would start my day off wrong being sick, needing to pack for moving, and then dropping my phone in the tub, but for some reason, I'm totally just smiling it out and thinking, "there has to be a reason why God let me drop my phone in the tub."

Either A. I value it too much as a material possession or B. to keep me from talking to someone.

Who knows.

I'll figure it out in hindsight.

In the meantime, you can keep up with me on facebook and twitter.

Happy (Un)Anniversary

Today is a very special day.  In many, many ways.

Today is my parents anniversary, and they've been married for twenty-six years.  I've noticed lately that it's hard to find parents who are still married, and aside from my roommate and Heathcliff, I can't think of anyone else I know off the top of my head whose parents are still married (with the exclusion of Catholic couples, of course).

Today is also the day Heathcliff and I had first picked as our wedding date.  And then pushed it back a year. And another year. And then scrapped it altogether.

In Lewis Caroll's Through the Looking Glass, Alice learns from the Mad Hatter and the March Hare about un-birthdays.  (Many who read this entry can probably recall the Disney song). I'm a fan of un-birthdays. But today, I decided, is my un-anniversary.

Instead of sitting around and moping about "oh lonely me. I'll be single forever. I'm going to turn into bachelorette lonely English teacher crazy cat lady that my students will pity," I am focusing on what's good in life. I normally don't eat pizza during the week (that's usually for friends or Friday nights), but I am tonight. I am going to watch a movie with a girlfriend, talk about boys, and probably even bake brownies and then eat just a bite too much. I'm going to thank God for not letting me get married to the wrong guy and pray that He gives me the ability to see and hear Him when I do meet the right guy. I am going to praise God for everything good, give him my sorrows, and enjoy the gift of life He gave to me around twenty-five years ago.

Happy anniversary mum and dad (though they don't even know this blog exists). Here's to twenty five more, God willing.

And thank you Jesus for another good day.

Glory and praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.
Your will be done, not mine, O Lord. 

Less than 3,
V.

The Wheels Are Turnin...

I learned something very important today, but I don't quite have time to type it all out.

In fact, I think I've learned a lot of important things lately.

And oddly enough, today I felt twenty-five. Most of the time I feel like a seventeen year old trapped in a twenty-five year old body (and occasionally I am, especially when playing video games).  But today I honestly felt twenty five. And I was okay with it.

Moreover, I've been alone all day with just me, Jesus, and the kitties. Normally, this would depress me, and given the current state of affairs with money, moving, and romantic relationships, I'd be in bed asleep. But not today. Today, I've had peace.

I don't know what I did to deserve it, but thank you Lord Jesus. 

I mean it.

Less than 3,

V.

The One

I've always heard people talk about it. They always say these cliche things like, "when you know, you know."

However, I've always been a hardcore skeptic.  At a very young age, (fourteen I believe), I decided there was no such thing as a soul mate. And I pretty much stood by that until a few months ago.  Lately, it's been a topic I've been wrestling with.

I've always believed that love was a choice. You pick a person you like, you make a commitment, and then you stand by them. And I'll be the first to admit, I 'm in love with fairy tale love, but I really don't believe it happens for us in the "real world." By my old logic, there is no certain counter part for every person on this Earth; it's all just a choice, Mr. Right Now as opposed to Mr. Right.

But as a Catholic, if you're called to marriage, then you know God has your perfect husband picked out for you. And God is good, so he will bring you and dear hubby together. But, you're a human! So you can make the choice to love this man or not. I can't fathom that.

I forced myself to go sit in the wedding department of Belk the other day. Don't ask why. I don't really know. I was feeling sad, but I told myself that I was going to go face what was making me sad and just get over it for the day. And something struck me the other day while I was looking at all the pretty plates and silver photo frames: I've never thought it in my life. If all these people can describe the same experience of "just knowing" into the phrase "the one," there has to be some credence to it...that sort of revelation to happen to that many people, I can only assume, can come from God.

And then, I had another epiphany:

As many guys as I've dated, as many guys as I've been puppy dog love gaga over, I've never thought, never felt, never just known he's the one. 


I've always had this super pragmatic approach to love, and I suppose all my past relationships have been dominated by my own will instead of God's will to pick out someone for me. And why wouldn't I let God pick out someone for me? He knows me better than me after all. . .

So I guess I have decided that I do believe in soul mates...to an extent. I trust God has someone picked out for me and that he will be super awesome. It's hard giving up this control, but it gets a little easier everyday.