Life After 23

I'm going to say something bold:  I want to be a disappointment.   I want to be a disappointment to the plans others had for me.  I want to be a disappointing world changer.   I want to be a disappointment to the voices of my past telling me I can't, I shouldn't, or I won't. Because I will.

Why do we get so excited to hear a new baby is going to be born?  We don't know this person.  Not even the mother carrying the child knows the person.  Yet, the universal reaction to the news of an impending birth is one of joy. How weird is that?  In no other situation do people, as a collective whole, get so excited to meet someone new. I mean, what if I were to walk up to you and say, "Guess what? In about nine months or so, I'm going to introduce a completely new person to you.  In fact, this person will be moving into my home.  No, no, I don't know who it is yet, and I have no idea what kind of personality she will have.  All I know is that I will be serving at her every beck and call, she won't speak our language, and I expect you to love this person and assist me in waiting on her and completely re-centering the focus of the social group onto this unknown individual."  You'd think I was crazy!  And yet, that's exactly what we do w...

I am one quarter of a century old as of two days ago!  Spunk and sass have been my ever-present companions these past few days, and I am loving it!  Because you know what?  Sarah Brinson is a fabulous person! This may age me more than any birthday announcement could. Do kids still watch HSM these days? Sure, I'm still insecure.  Who isn't?  I'm an American woman who has access to the media.  I have no choice!  On a more serious note, I am fully aware of my sinfulness and selfishness, as well as my ignorance in many areas.   But I am saved by grace, so I may not deserve to be spunky, but Jesus says I can anyway because He already took care of my penance.  I mean, come on!  How awesome is that?!?!?  Jesus, Savior of the world , says that I am fabulous in Him,  I don't have to look like Sharpay, and I don't have to be perfect on the inside either.  He gives me His own heart so my sassy personality can be shown off to...

I'd like to say that I finally found my writing materials that had been lost in the moving boxes, and that is why I am finally returning after my eight-and-a-half-month hiatus.  But in this age of technology and internet clouds, that can no longer be my excuse.  Food for thought in the examination of today's generation, but I digress. When I first started my short run at this blog last year, it was because I had never dared to plan or dream past age 23, and therefore had the feeling that, in a way, my life was over.  At least, my life as I had always imagined it was over.  I had just found out that bearing children - if that was even an option anymore - was unlikely without fertility treatments.  The only dream/goal I had allowed myself after age 23 was suddenly ripped out from under me and dangled somewhere ahead in the dark mist of the future, taunting me with the possibility that, even then, it was only a mirage. At the beginning of this blog, I ha...