gotta slow it down

I've done a lot of driving over the past week. Almost 1,000 miles to be exact. I've been able to do some heavy thinking while I shimmy up and down I-26, and I have decided I need to slow it down. The nature of my job is fast paced - and I get so caught up in the 'go go go' that I never make time to enjoy the time I'm not working. Work life balance is where it's at. And even though it's not a new year, I've made a resolution to focus on just that. So here we go...

friendships die

Friendships die. There I said it.

Unfortunately, life has a way of tearing people apart much like its
tendency to bring people together. A friendship can die just as easily
as it starts. It takes two to make it work - you both have to put
forth the effort to make the relationship thrive. And even then; some
friendships just aren't meant to be.

Such as life, I guess. I'll move on.

the start of something big

City-dawn

Last week I started a new career. Oh yes. I did.

This is the start of something big. GIGANTIC. I have entered the real world, and there is no turning back. I have started to think about things I previously couldn't have cared less about. Things like health insurance. A new car. And upon my initial training period, a new city. Thus, a new apartment. Ah! What have I done? 

It's ok. For once, change is a good thing. I feel like I have finally been given the opportunity to make something of myself. And that's just what I'll do.

Ephesians 2:4-5

Reminded once again of God's relentless mercy, grace, and forgiveness.

Ephesians 2:4-5
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 But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, 5 that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead. (It is only by God's grace that you have been saved!)

It's amazing to me that no matter what we're going through in our lives or what we've done, God is always... I mean always there. Our lives can have ugly written all over it, but God is a forgiving God. His mercy and grace is never-ending, and his Love is greater than anything we will ever know.

My final eight weeks

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photo by: Indy Kethdy

Over the course of my fall break, I began to think about the final eight weeks of my last semester at South Carolina

As expected, work loads will intensify and high stress levels will ensue. Not only will activity on group projects begin to flurry (due to a seemingly mandated eight-week procrastination period), but I will pick up a demanding seven-week course to satisfy my degree requirements. Nothing like waiting 'til the last minute, eh? 

No big deal, though. I've done this semester thing a time or two, along with multiple seven-week courses... and every time, I manage to come out alive. Only this time I'm going to be more than alive, I'm going to be a graduate.

So, here's to a strong finish with A's on the finals... I can't wait to say "adieu" to my beloved university. Wish me luck!