Fall and Freedom

I'm sitting on my bed, window open, rain falling, an iced german chocolate mocha in the window sill. There is still a lot of homework to get done from my summer class... yeah... I know, yesterday was the first day of fall. I'm realizing today that it is time for change. I wish my coffee was a cup of hot cider, I wish that I was 'free' from school, I wish that it was the next season of life. My reasoning is freedom. I want to escape the things that I feel are weighing me down (well I don't think the coffee is weighing me down... hot cider just sounds suiting for the day). Funny that this morning at AU's chapel the woman speaking tied freedom and responsibility together. I very much know that whatever my situation there will be responsibilities... I will never be free from responsibility. Ideally I wish this wasn't the case... oh reality.

So I guess I have to find a new definition for freedom...

Anyone have any thoughts on this?

Other things to note:

I want to take a break from homework tomorrow and check out this apple orchard I found via the indy.com

I felt highly praised in my philosophy class yesterday by THE most intimidating prof. on campus.

Sunday my mom got a makeover from Macy's and Clinton Kelly (from What Not to Wear). It was part of their 'Makeover America'. I got to watch her fashion show via the internet... but it just wasn't the same as being there... :( She looked sassy... like daughter like mother :)

Something I was thinking: It's not failure unless it fails to try again.

Sometimes I miss Kansas, the people there, and the familiarity.

I have a heart for the European Church. I get to go to Italy and (pretty sure) Germany December-January time... already counting down.

I'm going to teach my kids at a young age how to utilize verbs and nouns rather than adjectives.

Love always and FOREVER

Prue

Beginnings.

Here we are... at the beginning... I've never been good at beginnings... and some day when I write a book, I imagine it will have a pretty lame beginning... or at least not a typical one. I think it's just the pressure that I cave to. The idea of making the first __________ beautiful and perfect can freeze me in a state of fear. Being such a perfectionist can be such a burden. I want to start whatever I'm doing knowing exactly how to execute it and knowing exactly how it will turn out. Even now, I'm not fully enjoying writing this because it's not planned out. I don't know where I'm going and I don't know what I want this site to be about.

I think I'll just list these ideas of what this could be that are floating in my head:

-Things I observe throughout the week and choose to dig 'deeper' into

-More of a diary or me rambling about things I wish to do... or have done (probably more of the former)

-Philosophical thoughts of the day (haa haa... really though.)

-Cooking, Ice Cream, and Coffee...

-Thoughts on the Church and my hopes for It.

-Love and relationships

D. all of the above.

Hmm... I think I will have to come to embrace the beauty of rabbit trails and the interwovenness of life.

Love always and FOREVER

Prue.

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For the roomies: Jess made some delicious parmesan chicken tonight (using rits crackers instead of bread crumbs)! And for Suz... well... I wanted to say something witty and sarcastic... but she is better at that than I am.