jueves, 30 de octubre de 2008

the number three.

For the past three years, I have been one of three. A third wheel, if you will. And to my joy, I consider the other two wheels to be some of the best friends I've ever had. I like to think that I bring a dimension of fun and flair to their relationship, the silly single friend who always has some jokes. For me, they serve as a beautiful model of what relationships can be: centered on God, filled with fun, and romantic all the while.

But sometimes, their model is just tooo good and I begin to feel like the little girl in the picture (obviously, the one on the right). I yearn to break away from the tricycle and form my own bicycle. It's quite the yucky feeling.

And I tell myself over, and over, and over again: "stop it!" Because jealousy sucks and it's against everything I believe about life.

Maybe it's less about the fact I'm jealous, though, and more about the fact that I get to witness firsthand the amazing blessing God can dish out to two people if they decide to honor Him in their relationship. According to the old testament, "A cord of three strands is not easily broken." Interestingly enough, God is one of three: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. That's the strongest bond there is. Perfect community.

Maybe if that little girl in the picture looked up instead of looking over, she wouldn't be making such a sour face. Maybe she'd be smiling.

domingo, 26 de octubre de 2008


I thought people only got senioritis in high school. But no. Senioritis is a prevalent disease in our universities as well. I believe it hit me when I realized I've been in school for sixteen years of my life. That's sixteen years of "do your best!" "Make sure and get an A". That's immense pressure. What makes me even angrier is that grades ultimately don't matter. Why do I let them control my life? So many successful people in business and other specialties were in fact horrible students. I pride myself on being a good student, but I must say, it's taken a toll on my stress levels. To be honest, I don't know where I got this from either; neither of my parents were really like this. My dad finished college later in life and he's done well for himself in his career. I think a lot of it stems from the fact that I am constantly aware of how much my parents pay for my education. Anything less than an "A" seems like a waste of their money. I feel this burden often, and I am excited to move on and become independent.

The idea of being "cut off" financially is not frightening but exhilarating. I can't wait to be in command of my own decisions in every way. I have had this independent streak since I was young. I dressed myself starting at age four, I would rip ribbons out of my hair placed there by mom, and I spent a significant amount of my childhood at the neighbor's house. One of my main focuses in high school was getting to go away to college. I've always wanted to be "my own person." So here I am at the brink of this long desired independence and I have to, yet again, study. I must make the most of it, though. College is an amazing chapter of life that I don't want to waste away being overwhelmed by school :)

viernes, 24 de octubre de 2008

why two blogs?

Yes, yes. I agree. Two blogs seems quite excessive. However, as a native English speaker, it seems only natural for me to have an english blog on top of my spanish blog.
As a learner of a second language, it never ceases to amaze me how some things simply cannot translate. Languages express much more than simple thoughts; they express our innermost beliefs and viewpoints on life. What does "life" mean to you? Much of that answer is formed by where you live, your culture, what language you speak. Learning another language allows your worldview to become completely altered. You get to hear and understand how a completely different culture group looks at this thing called "life".
For that, I thoroughly believe language goes so much deeper than words. The mere utterance of the words "I love you" are not significant due to their vocalized tones, but because they are an attempt to express the significance of the relationship between two people. In this same way, words often fall short. When we are deeply affected by something we often respond, "I'm at a loss for words."
All this to say, language has proven to be one of my biggest passions, interests, and driving forces. So, if I speak english AND spanish... I should have an english blog, right?