April

HEY THERE, APRIL.

I hope you bring me some hope, comfort, and peace.

Wishin' for that lots.

I turn 20 this month.

I go to Mexico at the end of this month.

Hey there, April.

Bring me something good.

March, pt. ii

See ya, March.

I've been SO stressed. Like, wow, March, you really were a doozy.

But let's focus on the positive for a sec.

March, you were WARM. Thank you for that.

The warmth brought us friends. We broke our hermit habits (a little bit) and actually hung out with people for a change.

We even made some new friends.

You help me feel a little (lot of) love from the donations I received for Mexico.

I'm not reallyyyyyy ready for April, but I am ready to be twenty. I am ready for the semester to be over (if I can make it out clear...  aka passing my classes). I am ready for Georgia and Alabama. And I am ready for April to be over so I can go to MEXICO.

I guess I am ready for April, I'm just not ready for my life to keep moving. I need it to stop for a sec so I can catch up and then move on.

Well, March, see ya next year. I'll miss your perfect weather.

twinners.

first attempt at a roommate picture. someone's always missing.

more pizza.

fundraising pics.

ladies at the rs luncheon.

a shower for future mrs. cutchen.

another attempt at a roommate pic. someone's still missing. 

March

March,

I'm hoping you bring warmth, March.

I'm hoping you keep the snow melting and the sun shining. Spring is coming. (Thanks, Punxsutawney Phil).

I'm hoping you'll continue to give me motivation.

These last couple of weeks I've taken a lot of hits but have also had a lot of victories. I've finally gotten ahold of myself enough to at least do all of my homework. (The situation was probably as bad as it sounds). I finally feel like I've found the creative juices I've been craving for the last (almost) twenty years. (I've always known I was a creative, and though I still often don't feel good enough, I've finally started creating the things I want to, putting myself to work and working through the creative blocks. I'm making progress.) But although I've began to get a hold on my life, I'm not sure it was in time to save this semester (my grades are definitely seeing the consequences of these last seven weeks, but there's still six weeks left. If anyone is actually reading this, please pray).

March, you're bringing me the last month of my teens. Twenty. It sounds perfect and daunting all at the same time. But it also just feels like another year.

Maybe you'll give me more hints as to where I am going (should I focus on where I'm supposed to be or where I want to be? I don't think I know the answer to either.)

Bring it on, March. I'm ready for your challenges and trials.

There's a small light at the end of this cold, wintery, school-bound tunnel and I'm determined to reach it.