"Where is your Mr. Right my love?"

A friend's mother who I dearly love and adore recently stated "Meg I just don't understand how you have not managed to meet your Mr. Right yet! I mean you are just so personable I just don't get it." I hadn't seen her in a bit and I guess she was a little taken back at the fact that I have for the most part been alone now for 2 years. Of course when someone says something of this manner it gets your wheels spinning...so naturally I started thinking all of these thoughts. "Why haven't I met my Mr. Right? Did I miss him in the Starbucks down the street from work while ordering my tall skinny vanilla latte, upside down? Did I brush shoulders with him last Sunday at my church? What if I haven't missed him at all? What if there is just something wrong with me? Maybe I need to drop 20 lbs, change my hair color, or change my giggly outrageous personality to one that is more adult and refined, that is why I haven't found him!" Then I had to hit the brakes in my mind...doubt had clouded my head and I needed it shut it out. I took two steps back and re-evaluated the situation. "No there is nothing wrong with me, I just happen to keep my heels high and my standards higher. I do not have a Mr. Right because I am still being refined and renewed through Christ daily so one day I can be Ms. Right for Mr. Right. Therefore I need not worry, God has me on his plan for my life and it is not my own. God's map for my life is a beautiful journey in which only he sees the final destination as cliche as it sounds I believe it with all of my heart. I am holding out for that one who is holding out for me right now, though I have yet to meet him I am confident he is out there being refined by God as well. For now all of my love is directed to the one who gave me love and reminds me daily of the love he has for me. I am whole and complete in his presence. No Mr. Right necessary :)

Old Fashioned Letters and Love Stories

I have been in quite the romantic mood, which is hilarious due to the fact that I am not dating nor even "talking" to anyone at the current moment. One might ask "How could you possibly in a romantic mood with no romantic interest?" Well I would say it is due to my recent purchase of scented candles, current listening pleasures of Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, and Jamie Cullum, and there is the purchase of last night Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (the 1997 version staring Leonardo DiCaprio) from the DVD bargain bin at Wal-Mart...oh and I also recently watched Little Women crying hysterically at the end when Jo and the Professor end up together (Yes I am that girl). Also I am really wanting to see Titanic in 3D because I mean come on it is Titanic in 3D! Need I say more!? Okay now that I have that confession out here is my other one, I want to start consistently writing letters to those who are dear to me...seriously snail mail letters. I think there is something so sentimental, nostalgic, heart-warming, and of course in the right context romantic about a little envelope addressed in another person's writing rather than the typed out print we have become so immune to throughout the past decade or two. Plus you know all the great love stories in life never began with "Well we met, I added him on facebook, he got my number off there, then we went on a date." Where is the romance and passionate pursuit in that? I want an old fashioned kind of courtship one fine day, letter writing and all! Hahaha ;) So please if you would enjoy some personal "snail-mail" send me your address via facebook message and I would love to write you sometime. Only under the pretense that you are obliged of course to write back as well, you know it takes two to tango lovelies!

In a Europe State of Mind

Yes. Blogspot you officially are my one form of social media left. I don't actually count you as social media due to the fact that not many people read you nor reach out on your dear page. But tonight I must post that I am longing for Europe. It seems ever since my year and a half of living on and off that phenomenal continent I just can't get my fill of it all. I still need to see Italy, Greece, Poland, The Czech Republic, Romania, Spain... The UK. I wish those in my life whom are closest to me could understand the inner disheveled emotions that stir within my soul pertaining to this other side of the world. It is somewhat of an estranged lover that is constantly coming in and out of my life toying with my feelings, yet I can't seem to get this ridiculous craving of other cultures out of my heart. I know I have overly-romanced the idea of living over there far too many times to count but I do believe half of my heart is still waiting for me over there to return and travel. This is my love letter to Europe tonight, I promise I will return for you again one fine day.

Sincerely,

Meg D.

The Big 2-3. Education. Dream Shift.

Man it has been a hot minute since my last post! So here it is, I am now the big 23! My 23rd birthday was honestly 10 times better than my 21st, how crazy is that!? I had a blast with some of my closest friends in the entire world. I am currently in my 2nd semester in college holding a 4.0 GPA (yes there is a first time for everything world.) I have never been one of "those" students, you know the ones 4.0 graduating honors blah blah blah...but I love challenging myself to be the best. It is a fun game I now play, how can I excel the most in my full time job and right under full time school? Does it sound lame and cheesy? Why yes, but hey "It is what it is." I have finally decided to quit fighting my original dream in life of becoming a teacher; though I know they do not make all that much well it is my passion. I am in love with the English language, the literature that accompanies it and the girls I mentor at youth every Wednesday night. All of that being said I have changed my major to secondary education. The moment I changed it I felt a solid weight lifted off my shoulders, so amazing how things feel like they fall into place when you follow God's goals for you and not your own selfish ambitions? There are some other things in life that are slowly unfolding and I think its going to be amazing. Just living life one day at a time and seeing God's beauty in all of it, he is so gracious. <3

"So This Is The New Year"

I love the end of the year. It is one of the best times to look back and reflect on what has happened in one's life in the previous 12 months. I can't believe it has already been almost a year since I have been home again. Let me just tell you a little about 2011. I went to my first set of playoff games for the OKC Thunder and fell in love with basketball. My oldest sister tied the knot. I stumbled upon a job that has led me to pursuing a career one of which I am not quite sure of. I have started back to college after 4 years of being out of high school. I moved into my very own apartment all by myself for a solid 6 months. I ran my first 5k. I climbed Mt. Scott. I intentionally spent the vast majority of the year single, as I have learned it is better to be alone and happy rather than together and miserable. I have become comfortable in my own skin. 2011 has been a year of complete transition for me, though I would like to say in 2012 I will have it all figured out I fear that will not be the case. Life is always transitional, this is also what I have learned this year. One thing you can always count on consistently is change. Change is oh so inevitable, but it is how one reacts to change that defines a person. Things change, though I can't tell you where my life is going I am positive about my future. 2011 was a beautiful mess of a year and part of me is a bit sad to see it leave. Another part of me is so pumped for 2012....Lets see what firsts are in store next year! Here is my year 2011 in picture form

A flat tire, Rim Key, and Christ

To Start Out Are Some Pictures Of Our Adventure:




It all began Wednesday evening, my friend Wendi was headed back to her home town of Sulfer after SWITCH (Our Youth Group). Wendi had called me on her way out of the city to chat it up (we are both super social butterflies). As she was on the phone she said she heard a noise and thought it was her car breaking down. She pulled over in a bit of a sketch area on the north side of OKC and had me stay on the phone as she looked over her car. It became apparent then that she had a tire blow out. Not just any blow out, we are talking shredded wheel, undriveable, ridiculousness. She asked me to pick her up which I gladly jumped on (as I didn't have work the next day and was kind of excited to empower another female with the knowledge of changing a flat tire!) Well we got it all jacked up and such but then she springs the RIM KEY on me. You see I have never changed a tire with a rim key, but I was up for a challenge. After 30 minutes of struggling I gave up. (During this time Wendi was standing guard over me with a taser gun lol) Accepting defeat we went back to my apartment and had a sleep over. Yes this 22 year old just said I had a sleep over. We stayed up till 4 am discussing God, past loves, and just life in general. The next morning we devised a plan of finding some man power to help us change this tire. We texted our friend Anna from church asking to borrow a man or two from the daily schedule. She sent us her husband Cody instead (Side note Cody is ex-marine so I figured shoot WE GOT THIS!) When Cody arrived he took a look at the rim key and said "Girls it doesn't look too good. This key has been used one too many times and is oddly rounded, but I will give it a go." As he was churning the lug-wrench we hear a crack. He takes it off to discover the rim key has now busted into two pieces. If you know nothing of rim keys well they are unique. None are alike so if you broke your only one you are in the nicest possible way of stating it....well screwed. So Wendi and I started out on a journey to fix the dreaded car situation. First it was to O'Reileys where several local parts specialist pointed us in the right direction to a shop who would remove the lug nuts for a price of course. We got to the shop expecting them to come out in service the vehicle. This of course was not the case, but the shop gave us their card and told us as long as we could get the vehicle there they would gladly help us. So this meant a tow, but most tows are expensive some how though by the grace of God this particular tow company charged Wendi a flat rate for the hook-up. While towing the car we realized the tags were expired. This of course was another blessing in itself as the holidays are soon approaching and cops are out patrolling extra heavy, after we dropped the car off we headed to the local tag agency. The tag was less than we anticipated, yet again another blessing... *See a pattern here* We went back to the apartment to take a quick nap while we waited for the car. The shop said they would have it done by evening. Well evening came and we had no phone call so we proceeded to run to the shop, this is where we found Wendi's car still up in the air jacked up clearly unoperatable. The owner proceeded to tell us they wouldn't have it done until tomorrow morning. So this meant Wendi's trip was delayed yet again another day. I had a hectic day at work the next day, but promised to be there to drop her off at her car in my 30 minute allotted time for lunch. I told my boss about it and once again by the grace of God she understood and gave me all the time I needed. Wendi finally made it to Sulfer. I learned a thing or two about giving up a free day, a little shut eye, and a tiny bit of gas to help a friend in need. The most amazing part about it was the joy God graced us with through out it all. The flat tire was all a part of his plan to build our friendship and learn to trust in him on a whole new level!

"Tell Me A Story"/ A Tale of Thanksgivings Past

I once had a boyfriend who would always ask me to tell him a story, I mean every time we talked. Forgive me and my faulty memory because for the life of me I can't tell you which one it was! Anyways it eventually became a game. He would tell a story, I would tell a story and it was a fantastic way to pass the time. I tell you all this because I realize that "Tell me a story." has become one of my every day lines that I LOVE using. I am genuinely so interested in the lives of others. I long to hear stories of every day living, quiet moments, and shocking events. I guess I just love communication in general. Believe it or not I do tend to think if we all spent half as much time listening as we do talking we would take in an unfathomable amount of wisdom. So tonight I ask you to do this for me. Tell me a story. Any story. Good, bad, your whole life story, or just a brief moment in time. Life is a beautiful story dying to be told. It is a shame if you never share yours. Here is my story. Now it is winter and I become super nostalgic of the winters past. As I do this I think particularly of last Thanksgiving. You see I was living in Germany with one of my closest friends Savannah. We were super excited about the Holiday. We woke up to a perfectly white morning and began the cooking for the feast of the evening. While cooking we realized we didn't have pumpkin for the pumpkin pies!!!! This was hilarious because I made the shopping list, and though we had no pumpkin we had pumpkin pie seasoning and pie shells from the grocery trip. In a frenzy we panicked, went to a local German market and attempted to find pumpkin pie filling. Apparently Germans don't eat pumpkin pie. So we bought a jar of pickled pumpkin (YES I SAID PICKLED) and attempted to re-create an American favorite. Needless to say it turned out terrible, but well it makes for a great story. The year Savannah and I made pickled pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving.
Our snowy drive to the store

The dream team Savannah and I