Sometimes I wonder how I got here. I am 25 and haven't finished any of the things I thought I would by now. When I was a kid I always just assumed I would follow my parents example. Finish school, get married and start having kids. I thought that was how people did things.

When I graduated highschool that idea repulsed me. I wanted so much more for my life. Kids and a husband seemed like settling.  I wanted to get my degree and see the world. I pursued that with everything I could.

Then life got in the way. Somewhere along the road I dropped out of school and built a different life for myself. I moved out of my parents house and have floated around. Believing things about myself and convincing myself that this is what I really want. I do like my life a lot. I have awesome roommates, an incredible house, a community, and chickens. This is a good place I find myself in, but I am not satisfied, I still want those things and I am still dreaming.

He who promised is faithful!