I'm turning 20 this year.
Wow, right?
Well... I've heard many times that your twenties are the best ten years of your life.
When I heard this at first, I was like 13.
Back then I was like "Nah dude. Being 13 is the shiz."
Ohh, younger me. How much you didn't know.
I don't really know what will happen, because these ten years hold ENDLESS, HUGE possibilities.
I could go on a mission.
Get married.
Graduate.
Have a child. (....Holy CRAP.)
In fact, I probably will do all these things before I turn 30.
(Again... HOLY CRAP.)
But I'll tell you one thing.
I'm going to have the time of my life doing so.
These next ten years WILL be the best ten years of my life.
Consider this an official guarantee from me...
I, Kaitlin Jo, solemnly swear that I will live out my twenties with more gusto, party, spirit, and soul than goes into a well thought out Zumba lesson. These ten years will not go by unnoticed. I will touch lives, hearts, and minds in a way that only I can. I will let laughter, love, and good company into my life and invite them to take off their coats, stay awhile. I will not "wish away these days, waiting for better ones ahead". I will make a difference in this world for anyone I'm capable of helping. I'm ready. My time is now.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Perspective.
Wow, long time eh?
Well I now have a job. Which is nice, because I don't have to be a leech anymore. However, I've had a hard time thinking positively about it. I have to work every weekend, at least friday nights or saturday nights (or both). Not only does this put a cramp on my social life, but I hardly ever get to go home.
This is different for me.
Last year, I did what I wanted. I mean yeah, I had school work, but none that took copious amounts of time to complete so I was free to just do whatever.
Go home whenever.
This work thing has seriously been cramping my style.
However, over thanksgiving break, I had a slight change of heart...
I had talked to my manager about going home for Thanksgiving. She gave me the choice of having either Thanksgiving day or Christmas Eve off.
Duh.
Even though I had the rest of the weekend off and was able to go home immediately after I got off, I was still being grouchy about having to work Thanksgiving. I didn't say anything out loud, but the whole morning I just couldn't stop thinking "I hate this. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I hate this place. I can't wait to get out of here. I miss my family. I want to go home."
In the midst of my grumbling and moaning, I was helping customers get on their way out of the store and to their families when this friendly-looking, older gentleman comes up to the counter as I'm slicing turkey. He says:
"I need some turkey... Now, how much do you think I need to feed just one person?"
As you can imagine, this caught me off guard. I helped him through the process of the amounts of slices for dinner and the steps of heating said turkey, trying to forget his initial question. When he asked for sides, I dished him up some mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberries, and a pound of stuffing that we had been giving away the whole day. When I told him the stuffing was free, his face lit up and he said "Well THANK you! You have a Happy Thanksgiving!" And walked off with a grin on his face.
Thankfully, there were no other customers waiting to be helped so I rushed to the back and couldn't help but shed some tears. There I was, earning money to pay my way through school at a great job with incredible pay, with the promise of being able to spend time with people I loved and cherished with all my heart, and being so ungrateful for the miracle my Heavenly Father gave me to find a decent job in a college town. But more importantly, being selfish and thinking that it was my right to go home to my family instead of it being an opportunity.
I could not be more blessed.
Well I now have a job. Which is nice, because I don't have to be a leech anymore. However, I've had a hard time thinking positively about it. I have to work every weekend, at least friday nights or saturday nights (or both). Not only does this put a cramp on my social life, but I hardly ever get to go home.
This is different for me.
Last year, I did what I wanted. I mean yeah, I had school work, but none that took copious amounts of time to complete so I was free to just do whatever.
Go home whenever.
This work thing has seriously been cramping my style.
However, over thanksgiving break, I had a slight change of heart...
I had talked to my manager about going home for Thanksgiving. She gave me the choice of having either Thanksgiving day or Christmas Eve off.
Duh.
Even though I had the rest of the weekend off and was able to go home immediately after I got off, I was still being grouchy about having to work Thanksgiving. I didn't say anything out loud, but the whole morning I just couldn't stop thinking "I hate this. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I hate this place. I can't wait to get out of here. I miss my family. I want to go home."
In the midst of my grumbling and moaning, I was helping customers get on their way out of the store and to their families when this friendly-looking, older gentleman comes up to the counter as I'm slicing turkey. He says:
"I need some turkey... Now, how much do you think I need to feed just one person?"
As you can imagine, this caught me off guard. I helped him through the process of the amounts of slices for dinner and the steps of heating said turkey, trying to forget his initial question. When he asked for sides, I dished him up some mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberries, and a pound of stuffing that we had been giving away the whole day. When I told him the stuffing was free, his face lit up and he said "Well THANK you! You have a Happy Thanksgiving!" And walked off with a grin on his face.
Thankfully, there were no other customers waiting to be helped so I rushed to the back and couldn't help but shed some tears. There I was, earning money to pay my way through school at a great job with incredible pay, with the promise of being able to spend time with people I loved and cherished with all my heart, and being so ungrateful for the miracle my Heavenly Father gave me to find a decent job in a college town. But more importantly, being selfish and thinking that it was my right to go home to my family instead of it being an opportunity.
I could not be more blessed.
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