I’m having mixed feelings right now as I type this up. It’s New Year’s Eve, and tonight at midnight, a page of history — the year 2017 — will be flipped over, never to return again.
All those moments, these moments, those future moments, was and is and will soon be simple blots of ink in pages of history that flip themselves throughout days and months and weeks and years. And so the ticking of that clock continues, and our hearts continue beating, to the mysterious rhythm of time.
I’m musing and reminiscing on the past events of this year. 2017 wasn’t my best year so far, but I’m sorry to see it go, anyhow. It wasn’t filled with as many blissful moments and leisurely expeditions as what made 2016 so special to me, but life is more than clear, see-through bliss, right? Life is also composed of disappointment, fear, stress, anger, and regret: all those things that make joy and happiness shine out so brightly. I’ve experienced more wildly challenging moments and more wildly joyous moments this year than all my previous years combined, and, and throughout those wild ups and downs — 1 year, 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours — I’ve seen more and more that there’s a faithful Friend out there with whom there is no shadow of turning.
And that’s exactly what made 2017 so special to me.
To prevent this post from becoming too poetic and depressing and totally unlike my writing style…I’ll go ahead and recap my year by including a few highlights from each month!Read More »
Yes, that is totally a legitimate title. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Can you find a better name for it? It’s not “Trail Photography” because some of these pictures were taken in the city. It’s not “City Photography” because pretty much most of them are of plants and cool things. It’s not “A Springtime Walk” because it wasn’t exactly springtime when I took these.
It’s Walk Photography. Alright? No arguing, please.
I panted breathlessly as I hurried down the hall, my eyes flashing. Jonathan Snyder had made me late again. He’d done it three times already: “accidentally” emptying my backpack on the ground. Scattered papers take long to retrieve. The bell was ringing. I thought of Jonathan, now sliding into his chair and smirking, and was blinded with rage.
I mean, be real?? Which day is going to be perfectly like the one you think is perfect?? Unrealistic.
But it never hurts to dream! I was nominated for the Ideal Day Tag by this wonderful blogger here…actually more than a month or two ago. I FINALLY got around to doing it…and had such fun. XD Here’s my ideal day!Read More »