This is taken from a writing exercise that I completed at the Young Writer’s Workshop at Messiah College. Registration for this year’s workshop is currently open! Click here to learn more. If you would like to support the scholarship fund for this workshop, please consider purchasing a copy of The Young Writer’s Workshop Journal: Messiah College 2019. It features works by myself and my friends from last year’s workshop, and a purchase helps other writers have the opportunity to go to the workshop! Click here to get a copy.
Goodbye Hasn’t Taught Me…
What staying in one place for more than three years feels like.
How to leave or be left without pain or tears.
Why some goodbyes don’t feel like goodbye.
That goodbye gets easier as time ticks away.
That home is a place.
Where I’m “from.”
How to forget.
Goodbye Has Taught Me…
How to leave a place you love for a place you know only by name.
Home is people, not a place.
That leaving or being left by people is a thousand times worse than leaving a place.
Why savoring every moment is important.
To look on the bright side.
That watching your home fade into nothing is as painful as watching a part of yourself slip away.
To remember that not all goodbyes are sad ones.
Goodbye doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it means once upon a time…
I have been homeschooled since preschool. Now, as a senior in high school, I will honestly say that I am so grateful for this. I have loved all of the opportunities that being homeschooled has given me, and I would not change a thing about my education (unless we are discussing skipping geometry…). However, there is something that I hate about being homeschooled.
That something is questions like the following and the reactions and responses that they elicit.
I am sure that I am not alone in this! Here are the questions that I hate….
Where do you go to school?/What school do you go to?
This question is no fun because it opens up the floodgates for these questions…
Do you like that?
Okay, let’s take a step back here. If I said that I went to such-and-such high school, would you ask me something like, “Well, do you like that whole public school thing? Do you like your school? Are you getting an education?” No, you wouldn’t ask me that, because going to public school is “normal.”
How do you make friends/socialize?
I’ve been asked about my socialization at least a thousand times. To be honest, this is kinda insulting. By saying this, people are insinuating that I have no friends or that my social skills are nonexistent.
Homeschooled kids are not some oddity to be questioned.
We are normal kids. Just because we do schoolwork at home does not mean that we are weird or should be incessantly questioned.
If you want more homeschool truths, check out this video by Blimey Cow “How to Respond to Homeschool HATERS.” I laughed SO HARD but also could not help but admit that it was SO TRUE. Definitely give it a watch!
Homeschool friends: What’s a question that YOU hate?
Three: You’re going to fail. You’re going to fall down. You’re going to mess up. And that is okay. When you do fail, give yourself grace, get back up, and try again (maybe even in a different and better way). Take comfort and rest in the fact that you serve a God who loves you no matter how you fail, a God who will never ever fail you.
Four: Worrying does nothing but drain you of your joy, your life, and your time. Cast all your cares on Christ.
Five: Forget the mirror. You were fearfully and wonderfully made by God. Remember what He thinks of you when He looks at you, His creation. Beautiful.
Six: Treasure your good memories of the past, but do not let the bad ones define you. Look forward to the future, but do not focus on it only. And remember: Treat the present as a gift.
Seven: Love is hard, but love is worth it.
Eight: Give thanks.
Nine: Life is short. Eat the cake. Dance in the rain. Take a dare. Go on the trip. Say yes (or say no!). Live life to the fullest, because every day is a gift.
Ten: Home is not a place. Home is people. Home is family and friends. Wherever I am with them, I am home. I can be in the high desert of Utah or the mountains of Washington, and as long as I am with my people, I am home.
Eleven: You can do anything, but you cannot do everything.
Twelve: Being the odd one out is not a bad thing.
Thirteen: Hold on to hope.
Fourteen: You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. -A.A. Milne
Fifteen: Stories have the power to change the world.
Sixteen: It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to use up a box of Kleenex or cry until you cannot cry anymore. It’s okay to curl up under your covers and just cry.
Seventeen: Write the story of your heart. ❤
Eighteen: You and I are loved by God with a never-stopping, never-giving-up, un-breaking, always-and-forever love. Always.
It was outside a Georgia Chipotle on a grey day–a heavy, humid, sad-feeling one.
Dad was inside a nearby store grabbing something, and Mom stayed in the car with us kids. Naturally, as a six year old girl, I had enough curiosity to kill nine cats and then some. I stared out my car window at a homeless man and his dog across the parking lot. The man held a cardboard sign. I don’t remember what it said.
I watched, fascinated, as a man in a nice outfit–if my foggy memory allows me, it was a blue button-down shirt, tie, and slacks–came out of the Chipotle with a drink and a bag. I assumed that it was his lunch.
It wasn’t his lunch.
He walked right over to the homeless man and gave him the drink and lunch sack.
“Why did that man give him his lunch?” I asked. Mom gave some answer about loving others and asked if I wanted to give the homeless man something. Frightened at the thought of approaching a stranger, I said no. Besides, he and his dog had a nice lunch now… Right?
Soon, Dad came back to the car and we drove away from the homeless man and his dog. It was a small thing from a long time ago, and yet all these years later, I can still remember.
I will never forget the man that gave that lunch away, because ever since then, he has inspired me to be like him.
Hope that you all are inspired by these musings of mine. Stay stellar, my friends! ❤