Forgetting and moving in/on.


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Yep, It’s already happening. I’m already compiling a list of things I forgot at home. It’s another one of those moments where I just have to resign myself to my humanity and be thankful that UPS exists.

I know, the green Sharpie pen doesn’t seem like it’s a big deal, but believe me, it is. You can’t just leave your favorite pen at home. Not when you’re a writer. At least I didn’t leave my Tide-to-go pens at home. Nope, they’re safely packed in a little cardboard box.

Today is move-in day, which feels weird since I thought I just moved into my freshman dorm pretty recently. Or maybe that was moving out. Time has really begun to fly by this year. It has a jet now, I believe. Or maybe a rocket. Maybe just wings. Either way, I’m sure I’m not ready for this. I’m still wrapping my mind around being a first year college student, but now that ship has sailed.

I spent the last few minutes trying to articulate something about how to embrace transitions, but then I deleted it all. Let’s be real; I don’t know what I’m talking about. I know that fully embracing the change before I felt its reality helped, but I don’t have three easy steps for how to embrace it. I really don’t know what I’m doing, but I know who is doing it with me. I know that I’m following Jesus into sophomore year and that it’ll make all the difference.

Side note: Sometimes people knock on the door while you’re blogging in your pajamas, and it’s the person who owns the apartment your parents are renting. And you’re the only one available to answer it. So you just pretend that you aren’t wearing pink, striped pajamas and that you have done your hair and makeup this morning. And it turns out all right.

So, there’s Saturday for you.

 

When you don’t have a toothbrush.


There are those times where you are pretty certain that you have a toothbrush in your dorm… no, absolutely certain.  Because you left one there in December.  So you don’t bring your toothbrush with you to your dorm, because then you’d have two toothbrushes there and none at home, and we can’t have that, now can we?

So then you get to school and realize that you did not, in fact, leave a toothbrush there.  And you have a small moment of panic because you already don’t have your mom and dad here, and you also already took a trip to the grocery store (since a friend’s dad was nice enough to drive).  And today is the busiest day of the week, Monday.  So there probably isn’t time to go back.

And sure, the bookstore has toothbrushes, but just like everything else they sell, they ask for your soul at the checkout because money just isn’t enough.  You figure you’d rather have your soul than a toothbrush.

So you remind yourself that everything is going to be just fine, squirt toothpaste on your finger, and swallow your pride (but not the toothpaste).  It’s a temporary solution, but it’ll do all right to keep your oral hygiene routine at least partly there.

This is actually my story, not yours, in case you didn’t catch that.  And boy, am I grateful that I have toothpaste.

Forgetting failure.


This morning, I forgot.  And it wasn’t just a “shoot, I forgot that.”  It was one of those moments where you bolt upright in bed and get wide eyes and slap yourself for being so stupid.  And it would have been so, so easy to remember.

This is the part where I let myself off of the hook and re-commit to putting every little thing on my calendar.

I have further reason to be disappointed with myself because in my dream last night, I had a “call me maybe” moment with a 7th grade boy.  Why?  I do not know.  I don’t think about 7th grade boys much, unless there’s good reason, and I certainly don’t listen to call me maybe… unless someone does a really good spoof.  Then I watch it.

This is a learning experience for me.  The lesson learned is: don’t forget things.  Easy enough, right?  Other lesson learned: always think  twice about what time you’re setting your alarm for.  You might just need to search your brain a little harder.

Days that start like this, with failure, aren’t always the best.  In high school (so funny to say that like it’s in the past…), I often had those mornings where I pressed snooze, then 45 minutes later flew out of bed because I only had half an hour before the departure time of my car.  I usually got to school with that harried, frizzy-ponytail look and a story that explains it.  Well, you see, I slept through my alarm… it’s really not loud enough… And that’s why I look so scary. 

I have determined – even though I missed coffee with my dear friends, whom I only have a week left with before one departs for college – that I’m not going to let my failure set a bad tone for my day.  I’m going to put it behind me.  The past doesn’t have to define the present – even if the past is part of the same day – kind of like I was talking about in this post.

And in order to put that part of the day away, I’m going to spend time with Jesus and go rollerblading.  I’m going to set aside failure and make room in my mind for success.  Just like I forgot coffee, I’m going to forget my failures.

Maybe I should put those on my calendar.