Transition and Change......friends or enemies???

It struck me this morning as I was making a batch of cookie dough, don't be fooled as I won't be making cookies - the dough went straight into the fridge in order for me to grab a spoonful at my leisure, that my college days are nearly over.

As of August, I probably won't be staying up until 2am while waking at 11am in time for an 11:30 class. No longer will I be creating songs with my friends about dead goldfish while simultaneously creating a rockin' music video to go along with it......many of my friends have gone home for the summer and many have moved away. It makes me sad, there's no getting around that. It also makes me nervous.

What's in store for me? Where will I be in six months? Will I still be in Tahlequah? Will I be in Tulsa (oh, I hope so!)? This time of transition is proving to be difficult for me. Over the past four years, I have become friends with "change." Classes change every six months, people arrive at NSU, people leave. It hasn't been easy for this 24-year-old, er-mumble-erthir-mumble-tythree-mumble-year-old to go with the flow sometimes. Especially as I have in the past been resistant and fearful of change much like how Kate Gosselin's body reacted to dancing.

I don't know exactly when it happened, but I gradually accepted change and began to look forward to the newness of a semester. So I have to ask myself, why am I not feeling the same way now? And myself knows the answer: the last four years of my life have been the absolute best. Will the next 40 be as good?

That might seem like a silly question, but I think everyone who experiences something amazing wonders if anything else will ever top it. I feel like I'm a character on Saved by the Bell: The College Years. My show is about to be cancelled, because honestly, how many years can Zack and Kelly stay in college and not begin to look special? The College Years have been the culmination of my life, really. These four years have followed seven of the worst, and I guess my initial reaction is.....how will my future compare to the college years? Will it be as fun?

Maybe, maybe not. But I'm optimistic enough to know there are great things ahead of me. Israel Houghton sings a song about the latter days being greater than the former, which is biblical as well. I have stood on the words of that song many times, just as I do now.

I may have to remind myself that change and transition doesn't mean boring and depressing. I have my health, a pain-less back, the love of my family and my God, a good pair of high heels, a 4-legged friend to keep me from getting lonely, and cold cookie dough in the refrigerator. Sometimes, that's all a gal really needs.....

Blogging.....once more

I just spent 15 minutes writing a blog that took me only 2 seconds to delete. I am beginning again at 12:55am, typing at roughly 75 words per minute and alternately scratching at my sunburned neck every 20 1/2 seconds. There's a mathematical equation to my level of ridiculousness somewhere in this paragraph.....I can feel it.

For those of you who have faithfully pestered me to begin blogging again.....well, this one's for you! Let's ignore the fact that most of you are relatives, and will act like you like my blog even if you don't.....if only for the sake of keeping peace in our family.

I find my fingers itching to tell about five different stories, so much so that in fact I had to re-type "itching" four times since my fingers seemed to constantly hit the wrong collection of letters. I'm half contemplating just using this "first-blog-back" as just that.....a re-introduction to J-Walking.....and because I have once again typed a paragraph in which I deleted it all, I think I shall leave this as a few sentences letting everyone know that I will be attempting to reconcile myself to regular blogging. We'll see how that goes!

P.S. I need a catchy closing tidbit, or sign-off, or something..........