E.p.F. is inviting Internets to share the small, medium, and big things they’ve learned this month, and so as July comes to a close and summer seems to enter into its annual ‘wind-down’ mode, I’m counting the mundane and the big stuff here today.
1. There’s something comforting about knowing exactly what drawer to find the silverware in.
Going home, even when I’ve changed and it seems the same, is always a good choice. Mental note to self: Disregard the all-day driving, forget about the price of gasoline, and just go. Don’t second-guess how you’ll make it all work – get in the car and drive. Home is always home, no matter how long it’s been.
2. My heart will always beat for Haiti.
July taught me that if left to my own wandering thoughts, I’ll spend most evenings looking up plane tickets to get my butt back to that country.
It’s just about the best news ever, even if it was delivered with dry humor. 5 years later and I’m tumor-free! Thank you, July, for bringing that bit of good news. And thank you Jesus for giving me a story that isn’t exactly easy but continues to show there’s no such thing as an expiration date for when You’ll stop using our hard chapters to encourage others.
Dear Target dollar section, you steal all my money.
5. Gelato can help you grow spiritually.
Oh yeah, it’s true. Need to practice self-control? Talenti.
6. A business card can feel like a rite of passage.
Nevermind the fact that I purposefully put “addicted to queso” in my “tagline.” I’m just keeping it real.
Honestly, that’s one of the most encouraging things I’ve learned all month. Long live paperbacks! As a journalism major, it’s been disheartening to hear for four years that print is dying, the book industry is in a downward spiral, etc. Books are some of my greatest friends and I’ve traveled to more worlds than I can possibly ever list for you – all in between pages.
8. There is something both sad and satisfying about spending money on grown-up things.
Rugs. Car maintenance. A mattress.
I just… I just don’t like it. Because, books. And coffee. And scarves. And basically one hundred million other things I’d prefer to spend my money on. And yet… it feels good, in an unexpected way, to be spending money like an adult.
9. Having a job is, at minimum, 50% about answering emails.
I can’t even. By the time I go through my inbox each morning, it’s lunch time. And then I come back to begin the actual, you know, working portion of my job and lo and behold, everyone has responded. How come no one tells you about this?