Tag Archives: Learning

To No Missed Opportunities


You know the saying “life’s too short”? Well, my friend Jourdan and I have decided that we don’t want to say that and mean it.  We don’t want to say it  because we missed out on once-in-a-lifetime chances; we don’t want to say that we turned down opportunities for adventure and excitement all because we were a little scared or unsure of what the end result may be.

My dad once said that he had not regrets, only lessons learned. Personally, I think that’s a brilliant perspective, and I’ve decided to adopt that motto for myself (thank Daddy)–I don’t want to regret anything, but I don’t want to be afraid to learn a lesson or two the hard way either.  In my relatively short stint on earth thus far, going on 24 years, I have come to the conclusion that life isn’t really life, that is to say it’s not being lived fully alive, if you don’t mess up time and again; if  you don’t go out on a limb and take a chance, if you play it safe and never risk anything.

What I seem to be discovering is that if you never wager anything (i.e. time, comfort, relationships, etc.) you may never come to know the true depth, meaning, and worth of what it is that you gain.  Even if when you come to the end of some journey suddenly or sadly, I would still be willing to bet that you either learned something invaluable along the way or were changed for the better because of it.  Isn’t that the point behind anything anyways?

Not to be overly simplistic or cliché, but I truly believe that every breath and step taken is purposed for the glory and praise of God–and if that is the case–it is or will be good. It has to be, because He is good, so all that He does and ordains and orchestrates must follow suit.

So what am I writing this out? Why am I saying any of this?

I have no idea really… just thought I would. That’s the beauty of a blog.


Adventures in Babysitting: Reaping the Harvest

Not sure if I'll ever be able to eat them again... tragic.

Not sure if I'll ever be able to eat them again... tragic.

Last week, I babysat two teenage boys.  You better believe I prayed long and hard before embarking on an epic week in which I learned, more than I anticipated… or even wanted to know. I would like to share one such lesson with you.

Nathan is 15 and Ian is 14. They are both ridiculously smart, witty, and sarcastic.

As we sat at Qdoba (which is NOT as good as Chipotle , FYI) Nathan swallowed a bite of his burrito, looked at me and asked “Did you ever harvest your eggs in college for money?”

*blank stare*

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I think I misunderstood you. Come again.”

Nathan: “Did you ever harvest your eggs for money?”

Ian: “How much do they get for those things?”

Nathan: “Like $1,000 a pop.”

Ian: “Why so much?”

Nathan: “Limited supply.”

Ian: “How limited?”

Nathan: “Like one a month.”

Ian: “Oh… well how do much do guys get?”

Nathan: “Like $20”

Me: *lying on the floor, having a coronary*