This weekend I moved into a new house, with a roommate and an empty fridge. I have been so whiny and ashamed of living off of my parents charity--with this new found independence I am feeling the weight self-sufficiency.
Truth: I am afraid moving will make me lose life and staying will make me miss it.
When I was in eighth grade, my Biology teacher began a lecture on the "Big Bang" which I had been taught by my bible believing parents was a great fabrication. I wanted everyone else in the class to be aware of this fact as well, so I unceremoniously thrust my arm in the air and screeched out "Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!"
I still blush crimson when I think about the incident.
It was uncalled for and childish--yet part of me wishes all of my decisions and beliefs could be so indubitable.
The artists All Sons & Daughters write "There are a million truths to every lie, so speak it out loud and let it lift high..." -- I am confronted daily with life's little beauties, but choose instead to grasp to one grimy anxiety.
It's high time I thrust my arm in the air and bellowed out truth.
"Let is Shine" by Sons and Daughters.
There are a million truths for every lie So speak it out loud and let it lift high There are a million reasons to cover your eyes But the light is shining through the darkness we hide But the light is shining through the darkness we hide
So come let it Come let it Come let it Come let it shine x2
There's only one way to wash yourself clean So let the dirt fall and get on your knees There are a million scars for every mistake Oh but we are not chained to the secrets that we've made Oh but we are not chained to the secrets that we've mad
I am practicing a thirty day fast from hating Texas. I post one thing I love about Tejas everyday until February 5.
TWENTY-EIGHT. My Grandmother lives two miles from me.
She lives close, which means I get to hear her stories, eat Sunday dinners with her and see out-of-state family on a regular basis because to see her they have to come to Texas!
I am practicing a thirty day fast from hating Texas. I post one thing I love about Tejas everyday until February 5.
TWENTY-SIX. Despite the odds...life finds a way to grow.
Seriously think about it, Texas is hot, humid and a breeding ground for brown lifeless plants. And yet somehow, weeds work their way out of the cement.
Hmmmm.
TWENTY-SEVEN. Fortworthology the Blog.
Because it reminds me how I am not the only one who loves biking, food trucks and organic chocolate. The blog helps me enjoy living in Texas and be excited about Fort Worth's progressive culture.
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