Inside Every Day

I've always been a night owl. Mornings are awful…  And morning people freak me out. Ha. If you know me, you know that that I am a frequent visitor of the 3AM's and 4AM's.  I don't really know what it is about the night that I love so much…  Actually, no, scratch that. I definitely know why. I stay up really late some nights because when the sun goes down, and the street lights come on.. It's like time stops for a moment, and the whole world is asleep. You can be who you want to be, do what you want to do, and you can sit and think about a million different things without the guilty feeling of being lazy. And even though most times I end up paying for it the next day.. I still love it. And at the end of the next day, when the sun goes to bed, I find myself staying awake again just so I can feel the calmness and peacefulness that only the night hours can offer me. It's the only time that I can really call "mine".  It's like a whole different...

      After what felt like a very long day of school, I got in my car, already sweating just from the five minute walk outside, and drove my normal route back to my apartment. You know that one traffic light that you just can't stand to get a red on because it literally is the longest red light in the whole world? Yeah, well for me, that light would be the intersection of State Street and University Parkway. I was coming up to the light of no return, and just like clockwork, as I was getting closer, the light switched from green, to yellow, to red. Bitter about it, mostly just because I feel defeated when I get stopped at this light, I relaxed a bit in my seat knowing that it would be a good century before I'd be driving again. But little did I know that a tender mercy from The Lord was given to me that day in the form of a red light. Just to the right of me, sitting at the corner, was an old man with a cardboard sign that read,  "Vet in need, anything will help...

Sometimes on nights like tonight,  I'd rather just stay home. There's something so great about taking a night off from the rest of the world, and simply doing nothing. Or doing the small things that I feel like I don't get to do as often as I would like to…  like drawing in my sketch book, writing in my journal, reading, blogging, playing my guitar, singing, etc. I had several opportunities to go hang out with different groups of friends, but I needed a night like this one. A night where I get to come home to my quiet apartment, pull my hair up in a bun, throw on sweats and a t-shirt, and cuddle up in my electric blanket and have a movie marathon  while eating Taco Bell and ice-cream. Haha I'm sure you can imagine it. It's not that I'm grumpy or tired, or that I'm not wanting to socialize, but I thoroughly just enjoy getting away from it all every now and then. :) Even though these types of nights are pretty insignificant, and ...

I've been thinking a lot about the term "soul mate" recently... What is a soul mate anyway? I don't even know if I believe in such a thing. It seems fictional. I've always been taught that you can be happy with just about anybody as long as you are willing to work together to love and accept one another for all that each of you are; flaws and all. But it's not really like that. You don't want to spend the rest of forever with just anybody. I think all of us strive to find the one person that 100% completes us. In a way I feel like our soul mates are the people who tear us apart from the inside out and force us to be everything we didn't know we were. A soul mate should push you to your limits, and bring out every fear about love you've ever had. Because love is scary, and until you feel scared, maybe it's not love at all. But what are the odds that we find that person in our lifetime? Our "soul mate". And what if that person is half ...