Weary Travel Musings

I realize that I’m in the secluded little airport zone right now, and what everybody outside of the TSA–screened world is hearing may be a little different.

I have mixed feelings tonight. I’m in Newark airport for the next 19 hours or so, planning which spot on the floor I’m going to claim for a snooze. The reason I’m here is because my first flight was cancelled, so they rebooked me to fly out of a different city. But that flight was delayed, so I missed my overnight flight to Switzerland, and there isn’t another one until the next evening.

So that’s why I’m here.

Or, the reason behind the reason, what everyone waiting in line is upset about: someone in one of the Chicago towers tried to kill himself, apparently by setting himself on fire. That shut down the Chicago airport, which messed up seemingly every other flight in the US.

And this is why I have mixed feelings. It seems like everyone flying in the US knows about this guy’s attempt to meet death. What has gone on in his life to bring him to the point where a horrific, painful, and public death seemed to be the best option for him?

But I haven’t heard anyone mention the woman in Oklahoma who was beheaded by an enraged coworker, or the other worker who stabbed.

I’m not going to rate these events as “which one is worse;” both are horrible and heartbreaking. Yet which one am I hearing more about? It’s the one man who “had the gall” to let part of his life leak out into ours and disrupt our stressful travel plans.

We can’t notice every terrible thing that happens in our world, but maybe we can make sure our perspective isn’t too skewed. I know air travel is frustrating and ridiculously unreliable to begin with, but today I think we can manage having our flights messed up and getting stuck in customer service lines.

I think I need to take a bit of my own medicine, the mental advice I gave to the businessmen beside me: in the course of my life, how badly is this going to ruin anything?

Not that bad. It’s tough now, but it’ll be over in 24+ hours.

My Next Adventure

For any of you who don’t know yet, this fall I’m going to school in Switzerland. It’s been a long process for me to get here, but finally, I’m preparing for this adventure! As long as the paperwork and financial things come through, I will be attending a Discipleship Training School with Youth With A Mission come September.

Here’s the thing, folks: I need help. It’s not easy to ask for money. I don’t like doing it, and I know everyone has their own things to use their money for. There are plenty of people and causes out there pleading for your hard earned cash, and I don’t want to add to the clamour.

However, I still need to let people know. If you feel like you could help, you can either donate directly to my fundraiser, or purchase from my Etsy store. (You can help someone with school funds and getting cool accessories? Yes!) If you’d like more information about this school and what all the money will go toward, you can find that on my fundraising page.

One thing I’ll say, though. This school will have a month focused specifically on different types of creativity–dance, art, photography, music, etc. Anyone who knows me or has read this blog knows that I looooove creativity. It’s one of my passions, a skill that I want to develop and use more often. This school as a whole will help me along that path. Creativity is a valuable way to reach out and touch people. Most of the time, no words need to be exchanged for little dots to connect between the piece of art and the viewer. Without creative expression, our world would be dead and cold.

Now before I go on another long ramble about creativity and such, I’ll stop myself there. Please consider donating; I would appreciate any amount you can help me with. Thank you for reading. Now I’ll bid you all a good day, a good night, a good life.

Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/PastTheEye?ref=l2-shopheader-name

Indiegogo: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/switzerland-adventure/x/8256940#home

Hang in there

This spring I was wondering where I would be living this summer and fall. I wondered about the cost of renting an apartment and what that would mean for saving up for bible school. I’ve been living with my wonderful sister (and her family) for over a year now, but I knew their living situation would be changing, and therefore mine. Now that the time has come for them to move, I’ve found that I still have a place to stay–their “old” house. Now, this house is four or five times bigger than what I was thinking I’d be in, but I’m definitely not complaining. I have everything I need, and my dog. (Let’s be honest, I need my dog, too, in this huge place.)

Looking back several months, I remember how I was struggling not to worry about this. God came through for me, and gave me a lot more than I expected. This is just one of the reasons Jesus told us not to worry: in addition to the fact that it doesn’t help us and it wears us out, we need to remember that He will take care of us. He can give us more than what we ask for. We need to remember to dream and to talk to Him about what we need, but we also need to remember to not worry. He’s got our best interests in mind, and He’s got us covered.

This is something I especially need to remember now, as I’m getting ready to go to Switzerland this fall for the aforementioned bible school. Not only can I get overwhelmed when I think of the money that it takes and the paperwork that needs to go through in time, but then I look at how I’ll have to leave my family and travel overseas by myself. It can get scary. But no, I shouldn’t let it get scary, because Jesus has it all under control. He’s asked me to do this, and He won’t let me down. He hasn’t yet. He never will.

Don’t forget that.

Zombies and Vampires and Adventures, Oh My!

Today I read a post discussing our culture’s current zombie and vampire craze/fascination. I began connecting dots between what he said and what I’ve gathered from my time on various social media sites.

Here’s a link to the original article:


And here are my thoughts:

So many people my age yearn for a meaningful adventure. They’re unsatisfied with typical jobs and bored with typical life. To appease their cravings, their adventures are often watching or reading other people’s adventures. That’s okay, but we usually take it too far.

When we’re presented with an adventure of our own, many times we back away or complain about it. Either it’s difficult and uncomfortable or we don’t realize that it’s an adventure until it’s over. How often have we said “Well, that was an adventure” after some mishap is avoided or conquered? How often do we say “Well, this should be an adventure” without sarcasm or a sense of dread?

I won’t get into the politics of the Twilight series, but let me say this: one of the things about it that people make fun of is that Edward has been a vampire for over a hundred years. Instead of finding a cure for cancer, though, or something else helpful, he chooses to attend high school. (He’s not the only one with questionable choices. The Picture of Dorian Gray has even worse implications.)

How many of us would make a better choice with our immortality?

All that to say, my generation gets a lot of eye rolls and face palms because of how addicted we are to technology. However, there is a tremendous amount of people my age who are smart, creative, and passionate. Many of them just don’t have the right outlet to turn it into a socially accepted career.

Yes, my generation has a lot of downfalls. But give us a chance. We’re yearning for more. We know that there has to be more out there than what we’re seeing right now. Won’t you help us live more than what we thought possible?


I’d like to clarify that I’m not trying to justify or excuse addictions, I’m just sharing my feelings and observations.

There are certain things – addictions – that, unless you’ve been there, you just can’t understand why someone would do it. Even if the addict describes their reasons for doing it or give you the technical details of what their struggle is, unless you’ve been there, you probably can’t quite understand it. Why would someone eat that second or third piece of cake, why would someone cut into their own body, why would someone shoot up a potentially lethal drug?

Obviously, it’s hard being addicted to something. It’s also hard to understand why people are addicted to things, whether it’s alcohol or exercise or food. But don’t judge them if you haven’t been there. If you have been there, that’s even less reason to judge: you know what it’s like. You and I have an addiction to one thing or another, too. It gives us all the more reason to reach out, not to condemn or shun someone.

Even if you know that something is bad, an addiction doesn’t really care. It cares about getting what it craves, not whether or not it makes sense. While you’re fulfilling your addiction, there might be a voice in the back of your mind whispering warnings. But the voice of your addiction whispers and screams and laughs louder than the warning. Afterward, you may feel aggravated or ashamed that you gave in yet again, but shame alone is not enough motivation for change.

If we want to alter our behaviours and rid ourselves of our addictions, then we need to discover the reason why we’re doing what we’re doing. What inner need, what deep void, are we trying to fill by feeding our addictions? Is it the loneliness within us, the shame of how we perceive ourselves, the unforgiveness from someone hurting us? Let the deep wounds heal, find the true fix to that addiction, and it will work out a lot better than falling back to another serving, another shot, another moment of self-loathing.

Cheer Up, Guess What:

I may not be published, but I am a writer. I may not trained, but I am a dancer. I may not be renowned, but I am a designer.

Even though I don’t have letters after my name, a list of “other works,” a career with some famous company, and I’m not even working on a degree (gasp), that doesn’t make any of these statements less true. Naturally, I would love to “get published.” But I’m not waiting on “official” recognition to claim my status of who I am. Don’t wait for yours, either.

Of course, I can’t just say that I’m a linguist because I know some words from a few different languages and would like to master multiple languages. We definitely can’t claim to be a doctor just because we like to help sick people (and because we think stethoscopes are cool). However, if you have a passion for something and are pursuing it, guess what: you can be that thing! You can be a musician, a gardener, a photographer, without being publicly recognized as such.

Don’t wait for someone to tell you that you can do something or you are something. Go do it. Declare it. Back yourself up, even if society doesn’t.


Sarcasm and School

Disclaimer: I certainly respect the school that I’m applying to. However, I have a brain that likes to dwell on details/editing/alternative meanings. All that to say, I had some sarcastic ideas of how to answer the questions on my school application. And so, I bring to you:

My initial reactions to the questions:

Q: Do you struggle with addictions of any kind? How do you deal with it?
A: Sleep. I deal with it by sleeping only at night and then dragging myself out of bed the next morning.

Q: How are you planning to pay the school fees?
A: With money?

Q: Do you have a boy/girlfriend?
A: Way to make me feel awkwardly single.

Q: We live “in community” here, is there anything we should know about you which would affect the others around you?
A: I’m an introvert and I have a certain level of interaction that I don’t like to be pushed.

Q: Which unique abilities and/or gifts do you have?
A: …Where do I begin?

Q: How did you hear about this school?
A: Can I say Google?

Q: Have you ever had any professional psychological care?
A: Not yet…

Q: What is your most burning question to God at the moment?
A: Why can’t I teleport?

Q: Which books/magazines have most influenced your life as a Christian?
A: Well, I know the Bible is one…

Q: Are you on any medication?
A: Chocolate doesn’t count, right?