I haven’t written on here lately because when I look at my life I think - There is nothing to share. Nothing exciting happens. But, I have missed writing on here and sharing so I want to start again. So excuse the mess as I begin to blog again.
I am a lunch lady who wakes up at before the sun and with my coworkers we cook lunch for about 3000 students each day.
I am a single almost thirty year old who can count the number of friends she has ( Here in this country. If the world was smaller it would be a different story.) on her hands.
I am a daughter who lives 10 hours away from her parents.
I am a sister who lives a block down the hill from her little sister.
I am in love with travel, the world and cultures but for now I live in the Middle of America.
I live in a little two bedroom house with one roommate and no dishwasher. but we do have a garage we don’t park in and a backyard I plan on using a lot this summer.
I am so many other things and non of them seem very exciting to me these days. There is so much before me and I am excited to see where life takes me. I try not to dwell on the fact that I sit on the couch more than I would like. Or that my calendar stays pretty empty each week. Or that when asked who I hang out with I only come up with two answers and one of which is my sister. Okay maybe I do. Sometimes its hard to forget that being alone can be lonely.
So I have recently decided I want to change that. Step one was to have friends over for Sunday dinner after church. What they thought was a lot of work, making pulled pork in the crockpot, was easy and enjoyable because I got to share my life with others today. We sat around our little table and shared stores of our lives and laughed and learned.
COMMUNITY. That is what we are made for. That is what we all long for. That is what I want to be a part of.
So while my life doesn’t seem exciting and worthy of being written about. Maybe there is someone out there who is where I am at wondering how to be apart of this crazy world and not just watch it happen from our couch or our front porch but be a part of it.
