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1| Sashayed’s Fall Playlist
I follow tumblr blogger Sashayed religiously, since she is clever, funny, has the cutest cat, and is horrified to find herself a 30-year-old One Direction fan. She very occasionally creates playlists on 8tracks, including an awesome Pop Maenads series. She just recently posted a second fall mix, Watch for Deer at Dawn, full of hipster lilting melodies, banjos, and the smell of cold in the air.
Tomorrow my high school friend Hope is getting married! As a 27-year-old single person, I inevitably have mixed feelings about going. On the one hand, I am super into celebrating life events with the people I love. And a day full of fancy outfits, food, drinks, and dancing? Obviously I’m into it. But…oh joy, one more person getting married before me. And also, I’m not complaining about taking my dear friend Emily as my plus one, but…I guess I’m complaining a little, because none of my guy friends are single anymore. 90% of the time I love my life, but it’s times like these that I just want a boyfriend to be my date to a wedding. Continue reading
I get to work as church secretary for Woodland while the official secretary is on maternity leave. This is merely the latest in a long line of jobs I’ve had here, and I’ve learned things from each one. For instance, when I taught piano lessons, I learned that sometimes you’ve got to let a kid run around the room for ten seconds when he gets increasingly frustrated with a difficult melody. But for all the things I’ve learned while working at Woodland, I’ve learned far more simply from jumping into the activities and relationships found with this group of people. Below are four valuable life lessons I learned while at Woodland. Continue reading
I spent the majority of my first eighteen years at Woodland Baptist Church. For better and for worse, it is the place that has most shaped me into the person I am today. Now that I’m back for six months, every hallway and classroom reminds me of something from my past.
After my half day at kindergarten, I went to Woodland and hung out in the supply closet while my mom worked as preschool director. One particular day I found the colored paper, and my burgeoning creative genius decided to cut them, twist them, and staple them into nonsense shapes. Thrilled by my abstract accomplishments, I gave one to the church secretary, one to the pastor, and one to each of the preschool teachers. Because they were kind, they complimented me. That was a bad move on their part, because I made fifty more. Continue reading