The one with careers.

I blog a lot about dreams.
Not like, sleep dreams. Awake dreams.
I blog about my passions, my goals, my asperations and what I want in life. And most of you know that I am going to school for teaching.
If you didn't know that, you must be the one person who found my blog by mistake.
I want to be a teacher more than anything. Well. I say that. But what I really mean is, there has been no other career goals I have had.

However, lately I have considered some other career options. Please tell me what you think:
1. Stand up comedian
2. Actress
3. Traveling photographer
4. Author
5. Traveling "musician"
6. Model
7. Mime
8. Reality tv star
9. Traveling youth speaker
10. "Community" fan club president
11. Marketing agent for a band/famous person
12. Cheerleader
13. Dancer, but not in a gross way
14. A youtube star
15. Company owner
16. Inventor
17. Mad scientist
18. And a philospher

........or not.

I'll just stick with teaching. I really do love it. It's amazing. It's challenging. It makes want to be better. It's probably more difficult and more rewarding than any of those on the list.

Except maybe the mime. But I'm still perfecting my "stuck in a box" act.

The one with eternity.

I’ve been shook recently on this idea of eternity. I’ve been a follower of Christ for probably around 20 years. I’m familiar with the biblical ideas and principals of eternity, but have I honestly lived like this here is my temporary home? I haven’t. How much energy, stress, and time do I spend on things that have no impact on eternity? Oh you want examples? How about all that stress about baby sleep? Where he’s gonna sleep? How long should he be sleeping? Should he fall asleep while nursing? How about my house? We need a nicer kitchen. We need new and nicer barstools. Make sure the baby doesn’t mess with this thing or that thing because it can’t get ruined! How about my wardrobe? My last spending spree was long before I had my baby- so I need an update. Y’all. God never promised us nice things. He promised to provide for us. What if, every time we start to worry about something we ask: what’s the impact this has on eternity? If the answer is a big fat “none,” then maybe sto...

The one with stuff I wanna do.

Basic list of stuff I wanna do. No I'm not trying to be like Buried Life. Except that I am. 1. Finish school. Yes it might seem like something that's "Eh," I have now concluded to the fact that school is not working for me. I am not a good student. At all. So there ya go. 2. Put a ring on it. Or have him put a ring on it. I could go on for days about my wedding, and more impotantly being married. But, everytime I talk about it go wayyyyy overboard. So movin on. 3. Learn to be good with babies. Yes I can work with kids. Pretty much any age after 2, I got this. Babies....ahhhhhh. 4. Learn to be Susie Homemaker. I wanna knit, sew, cook, and what have you. I was going to say have a clean house... But who are we kidding. I just know be a super creative and awesome wife and mom. 5. Be a teacher. I've been super discouarged lately about my teaching and educating abilities based on the mere fact that I am such a horrible student. My logic is, how on earth can...

The one with the storm.

I'm a desert rat. Raised in Arizona, when it rains, it's a good day. Here at Lope town, we've been having good weather. Rain. Thunder. Lightining. Wind. Cool weather. Totally the soup eating, latte sipping, slipper wearing, curl up with a good book type of weather. So my obvious reaction is to take pictures. Duh: And then the nice rain, turned to hail. And then the hail turned to bigger hail. And the bigger hail + the strong winds = broken window for our apt and all over chaos here at GCU. Thankfully no one was hurt, or injured. It really made me think about storms and life. Uh-oh, Elisa has a moral to the story.... Things might seem okay. Seem managable. Maybe even see beautiful. But can you still see beauty in things when you have broken window? Can you still see the beauty when your car looks like a golf ball with all the dents? There's a reason why the Bible has so many analogies between storms and hard times in life. Storms cause physical d...

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