to all the dreamers.

*note: this was an actual honors english II assignment.. and i actually enjoyed it.  HA!

Some people would call me a dreamer.  I still believe in love at first sight, that laughing on a park bench doesn't only occur in Taylor Swift songs, and "happily-ever-after" isn't just at the end of fairy tales.  Hence why I'm labeled, "dreamer".

But I'm not a typical dreamer that has every detail put in its perfect place.  My dreams are only bits and pieces, random inklings scattered across my life.  Some of my dreams are written in notebooks, others on my bedroom wall, and even more are hidden in my heart.  Like I said, I don't have the specifics planned out, which isn't helping, seeing as this assignment is supposed to be predominantly descriptions...

Anyway, fast forward five years from now.

I'll most likely be sleep-deprived and extremely grumpy, seeing as I just pulled an all-nighter to ensure and A on my midterm.  My hair will be swooped into a concoction of hair, ponytail holders, and bobby pins and I'll be sporting sweats and my favorite pair of converse.  Though I've brushed my teeth ten times over, Colgate refuses to cover the smell of my coffee breath.  I sigh and hurl my messenger bag over my shoulder, pushing my appearance aside.  All that matters right now is this test.

Not a very pretty picture, I know.  But I'm determined to make something of myself, even if I'm not sure what that something is yet.

Travel five more years down the road...

I'll be happily married to a guy with dazzling eyes that loves God with all his heart.  We'll live in a white two story with navy blue shudders that we built ourselves.  He'll play catch with our son in the front yard even thought the glove will barely stay on his tiny hand.  Our little girls will sing "Jesus loves me" on the way home from church, and he'll smile and squeeze my hand, content with the life we've made for ourselves.  When we both can't sleep, we'll make hot chocolate and read the Psalms aloud.  Our love will grow stronger as our love for Christ grows stronger.

Call me overly optimistic.  Tell me I need a reality check.  But I believe God has an amazing story written just for me -- the girl named Anna -- the dreamer.

"I'm still a dreamer, a believer.  Yeah, I've lost my faith in so many things, but I still believe in You.."  -Sanctus Real

day twenty eight: the rest is still unwritten.

Hopes, dreams, and goals for the next 365 days.  Well, that most definitely cannot be summed up in a single post, m'dears.  So, I'll just give you a glimpse of what I'm hoping to accomplish in the next few months.

1. quit stereo typing.
I'm a stereotyper.  And I mean bad.  I have everyone put into boxes, as if they're not capable of being anything but a "prep" or a "nerd".  I guess you just kind of pick it up when you've been in public school since first grade.  But no more.  I'm going to see people for who they really are; I'll look past their clothes, language, social status.  I'll see them as God's creation -- after all, we're all His image-bearers.


2. find my style.
As of now, I have none.  I mean, zilch.  See, I've always been a tomboy, and now that I'm in high school, well that exterior isn't me anymore.  Sure, I like sweats and T-shirts on occasion -- who doesn't? But on a daily basis, erm, no.  So -- ya'll wanna help me?  I was thinking some you could do a favorite outfit post, so I could get a head-start in the fashion world. *cheesy grin*


3. be myself.
I know that sounds overly cliche, but I need to just be me.  I feel confined to this person people expect me to be, and I'm sick of it.  I will not be put in a box.  I will be my own person.  Have my own spunk. Wear what I want, even if the rest of the school hates it.  Sing like no one's listening.  Love like there's no tomorrow.


"Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you.  Only you can let it in.  No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips.  Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open.  Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten."  --Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield


What are some of your ambitions?


-anna :)