Do you ever become overwhelmed with the thought of everything you aren't?  Or perhaps with all that you are, but shouldn't be...

I had one of those days on Sunday.  Trying to be what God desires me to be sometimes just seems like too much.  I don't always even want to do what I know is right.  And I get discouraged.  Plus it feels like a double whammy when I recall that I'm involved in various ministries at church.  Then I wonder if perhaps I am not qualified...

A friend reminded me that even though sometimes I fail, that does not make me a failure.  That God has not and will not give up on me.  The Apostle Paul says that we are more than conquerers (Romans 8:37).

Reading through Romans reminds me that my struggles are not unique to me.  And I do find that encouraging because I am reminded that God has already given me what I need to succeed.  And all my excuses are just that: excuses.

In honor of my birthday, I am going to tell you a secret:

I don't hate white pants.

At least, not all white pants... There are still some white pants that I think are terrible.  But over the last year, my defenses have broken down, and I've begun to realize that I don't hate all white pants.  In fact, I decided that I would kind of like a pair of white pants...

This, of course, does bring up many questions, such as, if I've been such a rampant hater of white pants (remember Calvin who was eaten by piranhas?), am I allowed to wear them?  Also, what about that "no white after Labor Day" rule?  What does that mean?  And when can you wear white again after Labor Day?

But the truth of the matter is, I have a pair of white pants.  In fact, I am wearing them today.  And so, for your enjoyment and to ensure you believe me, here is a picture:

Will wonders never cease?

I got the job with Americorps Vista, partnering with Volunteers of America, starting in August.  I am so excited.  I've been working and hoping for this job for about a month now...  And I get to enjoy the rest of my summer until August guilt free.

The job itself sounds amazing... I'm going to get to learn a lot of new skills, plus put to use things I learned from working on Student Union. 

And the best part is that I know how nonprofit jobs work.  I know what will frustrate me.  But I know I will love waking up each morning, knowing I am making a difference in someone's life. 

I won't make much money, but I'll have health insurance.  And living with my parents for another year won't kill me... I hope. ;)  I'm never home anyway, so that will be fine.

Yay, job!  Yay, work!  Yay!

I'm not sure if this is too scandalous for my xanga, but what the heck...

Recently I have discovered the wonder of thongs in my life.  I always thought they'd be uncomfortable or awkward, but I was most certainly wrong.  Now, there is the truth to the matter that there are several different styles of thongs (who would have thought!), and that each person will have their own personal preferences.  But with a little, ahem, research, you will most assuredly be able to find a style or two that you enjoy.

One of the things I have decided that I like most about thongs is the high level of confidence I feel when I am wearing one.  Because I know that even though no one else is going to see, I look good underneath my clothes.  Of course, this principle does not only apply to thongs, but to any sort of what I like to call "underwear of empowerment."

With this blog, I would just like to encourage you women out there, if you have yet to tap your inner scandalous side, to find yourself some sexy underwear and wear it proudly.  Who cares if you're the only one who sees it? 

Confidence, here I come.

Today, I am trying out the low, on-the-side pony tail that is so reminiscent of the 80's.  I'm not sure what I think so far, but it's about as far as I'm willing to venture back into my childhood.

On Wednesday, I trekked to Seattle with some friends to watch Twilight Hotel play at the High Dive.  It was a spectacular show, and Brandy and Dave were awesome.  They're so friendly; I love it.

I spend a lot of time luxuriating in the beautiful weather.  Or wishing I was luxuriating.  I'm not sure which is more true...

Maybe someday I'll get a job again.