It's a bird! It's a plane! It's--a college student?

So, I'm going to college. That's all. Bye.

PS: Turns out this is actually my 100th post, because I had an old draft.. awkward. Sorry, this was is pretty exciting, though.

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Guys, this is my 100^th blog post. I could give a long speech about how this wouldn’t be possible without you guys, but let’s face it: I could write an entire blog that no one read and I would have the same words. However, I can’t tell you how much it means to me that there are people that read posts from the Life in the Lost and Found Bin. If you happened to catch my earlier blog posts, you know that this didn’t start as a Lost and Found Bin. In fact, my earliest blog was titled, “Write Away.” It then turned into “A Series of Fortunate Accidents,” because that was what my life felt like. As I evolved, so did my blog. About a year ago, I decided that it was time for a change, because my perspective was different. And so the “Life in the Lost and Found Bin” was born.

About a month ago I became set on starting a new blog—I’m not abandoning this one, but I needed something more. I spent a lot of time dreaming up titles and what I could write about. After copious hours scrolling through Pinterest, it hit me. This blog is mostly about life and figuring out what you want. So, I wanted to write about another topic that is important to me: loving your life and believing that you are enough. This blog is called “RechargedBeauty”. I wasn’t quite ready to share it when I first started, because I wanted to add more to it and build it up first. But I wanted to take this opportunity to say that while I may still be in the Lost and Found Bin, I am growing.

This is my 100^th blog post, and there is something special about that. I have come a long way from the desktop in a high school computer lab that this blog post started from. I want to give a big thanks to my AP Comp teacher, because I truly may have never started a blog without that class. A lot of my classmates cringed every time someone brought up that class the next year—they briefly relived failing reading quizzes and their less than satisfactory grades on essays—but not me. That class helped me grow so much as a writer, and it gave me the confidence to keep going.

While most of my classmates ditched their blogs the second that the last bell rang, I am 100 post in.

So thanks, for reading, for believing in me, and for making me feel like it was ok to be a writer.

A special day in the Life of the Lost and Found Bin. 

It's Coming

What’s new? Well, college is coming up—so there’s that. In 23 days I move into the dorm that will be my home for around 9 months. A year ago I posted about being confused about what I wanted to do in a post called “Some Nights (What Do I Stand For)”—yes, like the song. But it had nothing to do with a song. This blog post revealed my inner most personal thoughts about how conflicted I was about what college to choose. Who would have ever guessed I wouldn’t even pick a college until April? I thought I would know right away. People said, “you’ll just know.” Only, I didn’t, and that scared me more than anything. At first, I questioned my decision a lot, but after attending SOAR and getting more and more pumped up for the experience, I know I wouldn’t be happier anywhere else.

I am thrilled about my future roommate. I can’t wait to start some of these classes! And there are so many exciting activities to participate on campus that I want to be a part of. I really do hope that it turns out to be everything that I am dreaming.

So what’s this blog post really about, then? Sorry, sometimes I veer off track a little bit. I wanted to talk about this quote by Nathan Scott*—and other related topics. It’s no secret that I spend a lot of time thinking. In fact, lately I have taken to making jokes about how much I think. Like I’ve said before, I really think it’s a writer thing. I just spend a lot of time in my own head, because there is a lot that goes on in there. I have really been pondering something in particular that I need to get off my chest. A few days ago someone told me that I wouldn’t make a living off writing, and that I shouldn’t go for my passion thinking that I am going to make money after college. 

Maybe I am young, and maybe I am naïve about the world. But is it foolish to want to do what you love? Am I stupid? All right, I’ll bite. Let’s just say that going after my dream will lead to failure. Well, am I not failing if I don’t love what I’m doing? In my book all the money in the world is not worth settling. You wouldn’t pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for a house that you don’t want to live in. So why should I pay for an education that leads to a briefcase and bland coffee?

I don’t want a cubicle; I want a movie that changes someone’s life. I want to create that moment that inspires someone to stop living the life that they think they should be living and start living the one that they have dreamt of. I want to follow my dream.

Ok, we’ve heard this before; so what’s new about this message? Like Nathan Scott said, this is my life, and the difference is now that it’s here.

*Nathan Scott is James Lafferty’s character on One Tree Hill (I keep telling you guys to watch this; so I am assuming you already knew this).