Oh, man! The pressure of posting for the very first time on my very first blog is pretty heavy... but I think I will make it through. I don't believe that blogging should be high pressure, so I will make a vow right now that I won't let it become so. It shall be my haven. And I will call it my haven. And it shall be mine.
This blog is coming to pass way later than it should have been. I have wanted to blog for years. The key, it turns out, is to have someone that you are accountable to. I told somewhere around 7 people that I was going to blog about my upcoming adventures and I did that on purpose so that I wouldn't have a choice but to start one. I suppose I could just ignore the silent accusations flung at me from the general direction of United States, but imagined judgement is the worst kind.
So, I begin. I have just graduated from BYU, and feel extremely educated. (Let me know if you need an answer to something. Chances are, I know it.) I feel those simultaneously conflicting and complimentary feelings of excitement and terror that I am sure many college graduates feel when they are handed the world at a ridiculously young age and told that they can do whatever and go wherever they want. I have to say though, that the excitement is winning out. I feel incredibly blessed to have these years handed to me. A weighing concern is that I will use them to their fullest potential and that I will somehow discover what God has in mind for me. Because right now? I want nothing more than to do exactly what that is. However, the heavens are pretty silent. So, I have made a plan and it sounds too good to be true even when I say it to myself. And I have no doubt that God will correct me where I have drawn outside the lines.
I have a feeling that I am going to have to constantly check myself on the length of my posts... so, before I break some unknown Bloggers United rule, I will end this one. I am back at Anasazi, the wilderness therapy program where I interned over the summer (and I LOVE it), I am in the process of buying my plane ticket to Honduras where I will live until April and volunteer at a small non-profit, Seattle is calling to me increasingly loudly for a summer stay, and so is my Ben and Jerry's from the freezer in the other room. Not for a summer stay, though. More like 15 minutes.