~ On Trying to Slow Down ~

Wow. When was the last time I sat down and wrote? Much less wrote a blog post? Summer has flown by, as it usually does. There's something about sitting and thinking; something you can't get any other way. There was something about sitting in the sand listening to the waves, something about sitting in that car on the way to Orlando with my headphones on, something about watching the clouds move on that farm in the middle of nowhere, something in those sick days in my bed reading. I can't place it, yet, it wasn't anything new.
We've had new friends, new memories, new music, new adventures, new discoveries, new canoes and paddle boards, new school books, new backpacks and pencils, new jobs, new shoes, new amazing British Television, new everything. But it always gets back to that aura around being quiet. That atmosphere surrounding the silence of the fan going in circles and the lightbulbs in the lamps providing white noise. The rumbling down the road at 75 miles an hour all across the South. Music takes on a whole new depth when it's all you focus on; it becomes your heartbeat, your thoughts, and you believe it with all you are until the car stops and you turn it down.
I won't forget those long days inside while everyone else was out, just watching and fighting my own demons. I know them too well: selfishness, irritability, pride, et cetra.
I had felt left behind, by everything. Nana left us for heaven, I missed Mexico, missed Poland, missed a lot of things when I got Pneumonia. It was so hard to simply watch. But God has taught me so much, and given me so many fun days this summer. So, so many good things. My faith is built through these "circumstances."

Well, life is picking up the pace again.

~ Kendall