for the record.

MOTION /ˈmōSHən/: the action or process of moving or being moved.

so.  if you think about it, thursdays in general aren’t really that interesting.  as far as week placement, they are consistently overshadowed by fridays.  

fact: everyone always wants thursday to be over so they can get to friday.

          monday.  

          tuesday.  

          wednesday.  

          thursday.  

          FRIDAY. 

thursday night we are thinking thank God it’s almost friday, this week has lasted for foreeeever.  and thursday is the last giant leap.  the last day standing in the way.  the last one to be crossed off the list.

poor little thursday.

well, up until about an hour ago, i thought today was thursday.  and it is in fact friday.  

          but it totally felt like a thursday.  

i was absolutely, positively convinced.

is this what being a college grad means?  someone please buy me a large calendar for my wall.

          anyway.

          today.  friday.  started as an ordinary day.

it’s may in georgia.  

          it’s getting hot.  

          really hot.  

and the pools aren’t open yet.  

i never understood this.  there should be a rule that makes pools open way before memorial day.  swim at your own risk!  but alas, there is not.

and so i decided to work on my tan in the good ol backyard.

i grabbed some positive reading material.  my phone.  some sunscreen.  bug spray [bc the pools aren’t open and i am in my backyard and mosquitos love me].  towels.  a beach chair.  a water bottle.  oversized sunglasses.  and i walked outside.

over the course of two hours i managed to read about four pages of what seems to be a very good book because i was multi-tasking between my summer playlist on itunes, text messages, imessages, phone calls, maggie moo’s barking, facebook messages, youtube videos, and instagram.

mind you: much of what was saturating my mind during this time were good things and good people.  but there comes a point when you need to be like HEY this is me time.

because at the end of my sunshine experience something occurred to me.  with the exception of seeing how i should position my chair to the angle of the sun

          not once did i ever look up at the sky.  

          not once.

i was surrounded by the walls of my house on one side.  trees on the other.  but above me was a giant expanse of sky.  and for two hours i basically forgot that it existed.

i was a mix between confounded and humbled.

          so all i could do was look up.

i watched as the clouds rolled in and meshed perfectly with one another.  overlapping and fading into the blue of the sky.  like some kind of perfect order.  an intentional plan occurring in nature every single day at the will and craftsmanship of something greater than myself.  

suddenly everything i had to do and every task i had to conquer and every song i had to pick and every problem i had to solve and every church service i had to plan didn’t seem so difficult.  

because the clouds move and the sun shines and the sky is brilliant

          day after day

               after day

                    after day

                         after day.

at that moment i realized that the same hand that put the clouds in motion is the same hand that put me in motion.

in honor of my

          [less-than-a-week-away] college graduation

                    and my [undying] love for fashion:  

this quote by oscar wilde is [oh-so-true-to-the-core] appropriate.