Advice

A friend of mine brought it to my attention the other day that everyone seems to have advice for me. Go do this, go do that. On one hand I would love to have clear direction and know the outcome, but I realize that would take some of the joy away from my adventure. As much as I think I want their words and "fortune telling", as soon as I receive them I want to squeeze them out like venom to my flesh. I want to experience life on my own. I want to be open to different opportunities and follow where the compass in my heart leads.

My dad called the other night and said such encouraging words to me... I don't think he even knew how timely they were. He told me that no matter what, things would work out and not to worry. He reminded me of how things may be unconventional, but that it can work... and it will work. Trust and faith. The older I have gotten, the more I have grown to love that my father is a horse trainer. It is not a glorious job, nor is it financially "sound" or stable. I love that when my parents met, my mom encouraged him in that desire to be a horse trainer. I love that it is unconventional, but that it works. I have always had everything I ever needed, and for the most part, wanted. And best of all, I love that my dad has always gone to work smiling.

Here is a quote from "Brave New World" that I have always loved:
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."