Yawn.

Hello, hello!

I'm tired. Really, and truly. This week has been super nutty with school. I had two really big scholarships due this week and I cannot even tell you how fabulous it feels to have them out of my hands. At this point, finishing the stinkin' scholarship is probably just as rewarding as receiving it. (Okay, it's not... I still want the moola.)

Anyway, I've been meaning to blog for awhile (shocker alert) and wanted to tonight. I do, in fact, have a note waiting for you on my camera. But... I'm too lazy to go transfer it onto my computer. How pathetic is that? It's okay--it'll come soon!

I was thinking the other day about how I feel when I get done with a few days of really stressful deadlines, expectations, and scrambling. You'd think I'd be crabby and tired (legit), irritable and maybe even a little bitter... But after the last few days, I feel really peaceful.

The only thing I can even compare it to is a workout that leaves you practically on the floor. And the next day you basically want to die (is that just me?). But then you realize that it's actually sort of a cool thing because you're A.) becoming stronger and B.) that much more capable of handling an even tougher workout next time. Does that make sense?

Well, that's how I feel. The last few days have been so hectic, they're mostly a blur. However, I'm pretty content with them because it's a little exciting to know that I'm even more prepared to handle similar situations in the future.

After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

Those are my thoughts. However, that's too much thinkin' for 9:18 at night... I'm nodding off at the computer. ;-)

Sleep tight!

Meagan

Miss ya!

You guys,

I promised myself (Seriously promised!) that I would never be the girl who complained about the overwhelmingness (Word? Now it is.) of scholarships.

I just want you to know, after I nail down a few, hopefully everything will settle in and I won't feel obligated to spend every waking hour of free time on them. And when that day comes... I may just blog a novel. Be ever so prepared.

True. That.

P.S. If there was ever a time to start blogging, now just might be it! Blogger totally updated their set-up and I'm in love. It makes filling in my name, birthdate, ACT score, and extracurricular involvement a bajillion times more absolutely stupid difficult to do.



Until soon!

Meagan

People Lovin'

Okay, I know I'm the queen of semi-pointless posts, lately... But hear ye, hear ye, because this just made my week.

So, I just posted this simple quote on facebook earlier this evening. I'm a little bit quote-obsessive and often share my findings with the social network.

However, tonight, approximately... Oh, four mintues ago, I received an inbox message that will probably forever change how I view the power of words AND social networking.

A quiet girl I go to school with wrote me a private message that said, "Hey I know this is kind of weird, but there's been some pretty bad things happening in my home life lately and I wasn't handling it the best tonight, but your status made me feel stronger for whatever reason...so thanks. :) That's all I have to say."

Ohmygosh. Talk about make me choke up a little! I'm was seriously about two minutes from going to bed, got that, and HAD to blog quick. I love people. Every darn one of 'em. (Notice: I don't always like people, in fact, I find myself not liking them probably more than I should.) But loves different and pretty cool like that.

Have a good night!

Meagan

♥

I couldn't even help it! SOCUTE.

Hello, Random blogging...

Happy Tuesday, friends!

I'm currently being caressed by the beautiful voice of Michael Buble, while drinking a class of water and eating carrots. Okay, I lied, I'm eating Starbursts. Don't judge? I only ate four and am done... I think. ;-)

How are you? Beginning to accept the season changes? I think I am... I still do a little bit of freakin' in the morning when I go out to my car. When the day comes that I have to scrape ice off my windows... Oh man... Don't even talk to me. I'll be in a 'mood', to say the least. Kidding, but seriously. However, my list of favorite things currently spans from scarves (That's a love that never fades. I would wear them in the summer if I could. And maybe do.), warm coffee, leggings, boots, and straightened hair that doesn't get frizzy due to humidity. Oh, and whiskers on kittens. ;-)Okay, seriously. Case in point.

Anyway, droppin' a note today and it's one I left while shopping this weekend...

Okay, and side note, for those of you who read my budget post a few weeks (okay, a lot of weeks) ago... I'm totally sucking at it. Well, actually, I was doing okay until last weekend. Seriously... I need a personal accountant. Volunteer. Please. I can't afford to pay you. Baha!

However, I suppose I got this little bundle o' joy out. That counts for something, right?That happiness quote has popped into my life a few times lately. I like it. I think you probably have to read it more than once to get the full effect. Go ahead, read it again!

You better have.

Alright, I know this was sort of a random blog post, but I feel like I'm a bit sleep deprived... I think the only reason I'm still awake right now is those four Starbursts. Hopefully I'll get out a more purposeful post in sometime later this week/weekend.

Have a lovely, lovely Wednesday!

Meagan

P.S. Just read through this post in its entirety and noticed that I say "okay," about a billion times. Excuse my redundant phrasing, but they are in there for dramatic effect. Embrace them!

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other...

Now... Don't fall out of your chair, but YES, I'm blogging twice in the same week. What, what! She's back.

Actually, I have some calculus and psychology beckoning me from my bag, but I really wanted to this short post out before I forgot. (You totally know how I am.)

As a follow up to my last post, I really have been trying to stay away from the word 'busy.' As in, literally, I'm not using it... At least for awhile, until I come to better terms with how it fits into my life. I had to consciously rephrase an email to a friend. Baaah!Anyway, it all kind of came around full-circle this morning. A teacher had school admitted to having a 'bad week' through tears in her eyes and a cracking voice. I basically broke for her... If you knew this particular woman, you would be even more taken back by this rush of emotion. She's a very strong, confident, and almost guarded lady. You could compare it to seeing your dad cry. Yeah, that weird! It kind of leaves you dead in your tracks, wanting to do something, but not exactly sure how.

After having this run-in with her in the morning, it took about two hallways and a stop at my locker for me to realize that I couldn't go through the rest of my day without checking in with her. I made my way back to her room as asked her if she needed anything. I promised her that if she wanted help in any way that I would make it work! Of course, as the picture I painted reflects, she told me she was fine and unconvincingly told me that she'd let me know if something came up as tears began to fill her eyes again.

I still don't know what was wrong, but I left a note in there later that day. I don't even know who wrote it because I scribbled it on a piece of paper trying to find words that would be of some sort of comfort.

On a pink Post-it, I (think I) wrote "The comfort of hitting the bottom is knowing the only way you can go is up." I feel like I've heard a similar quote before, but my hand just sort of took the reigns on that one.

That's really all... I hope the note helped. I hope just me asking helped. If nothing else, maybe it helped her get through Wednesday, which is one more day closer to the end of this week. And that's enough for me. I was almost suprised how much I felt for this woman who rarely shows much emotion at all, let alone makes herself vulnerable. It was such a reminder of how alike we all are and how important is to lift each other up whenever we can.I know who I'm saying a prayer for tonight!

Different Kind of Busy

Have I seriously not blogged in months? Sounds like such a long time, but feels much shorter. It probably doesn't seem that long for this gal because it's been constant GOOO since school started. If it makes you and the blog feel any better, I pretty much scramble every day to remember to eat meals, brush my teeth, and go to the bathroom. Need I even tell you how often I shave my legs? (KIDDING! I'm anal about that, so it's an exception.)

Anyway, I've got to attribute this post to a girlfriend of mine who randomly reminded me about my little blog haven. It's good to have good people in your life! And, bless her heart, she even graced me with a note for this post! (Yeah, I don't have one right now. Don't judge! I'm hoping her motivation will be a little kick in my pants.) Exhibit A = her note. Professional much? Seriously, I was basically glowing with happiness when I received the picture in my email inbox. LOVE. You go, girl!

This is the excerpt it came with--"I took this today in downtown La Crosse. I put this post-it on the windshield of a silver jeep in the parking lot of the Radisson hotel. Hope it made their day and they keep it in their car as a constant reminder!"

Amen, sister yo!

Ugh. Can I just tell you something? I am SO sick of telling people how busy I am! So sick. I listened to a podcast sermon the other day and they talked about our need to be busy. Of course, my first reaction was Are you kidding!? What I would do to not be running around all the time... Well, believe it or not, my first reaction was wrong--as most are--and after some good ol' self-reflection, I realized that I totally fall into that category, too.
I'm so busy. We enjoy telling each other we're busy. We're a busy people.

"How have you been?"
"Oh, I've been busy! You?"
"Busy."

Story of our lives? And when I think about the things that I ALWAYS say I'm busy with... "School, sports, work...", I wonder how beneficial being so busy actually is.

It would be different if I said, "I'm busy with volunteering at the food shelf, teaching Sunday school, and picking up litter in my spare time." I wouldn't feel so guilty about that.

Actually, I take that back. It isn't a guilt thing. It's a I wanna be a more productive human and being mindless busy all the time is not necessarily the answer kind of thing. Does that make sense? I want to be busy with better things

So, I'm going to start by being more careful about the word busy. Am I busy with the right stuff? The things that make me happy, and hopefully others, too? That's my food for thought for the night.


Peace out!