I kind of feel guilty that I advertised that I would be blogging about my experiences in Britain. You probably weren't expecting such ideological posts from me. I wasn't anticipating it myself either, but these are thoughts that have been swirling around in my head for quite some time. Gaining clarity in these topics has been a quintessential (Britons use this word ALL the time) part of my "me journey" I think. It was probably the mixture of scholarly ambience, impressive reading sources, and delightful coffees that have been a catalyst for understanding my role in life, and consequently, my career, all stemming from the values my family has built my entire life.
So, I thank you, readers, for sticking with me even when pretty pictures didn't make it onto the screen or juicy descriptions of jaw-dropping cathedrals. Just know, the trip to Stonehenge or Isle of Wight all fits into this somehow. It reminds me that I truly am just reaching for how to best serve as a human. I feel as though God has given us such incredible unity as a body of people that it's only right for all to feel connected to other humans. I have a bit of a habit of glorifying the good and skimming over the bad. This trip, of course, wasn't perfect. I didn't walk down the streets feeling absolutely filled of joy everyday. Some days, I laid in bed a bit longer than I wanted or should. Some days, being pummeled by rain really pissed me off. Some days, studying the phonetics of Middle English was quite peeving and tiresome. Some parts of my days were just plain dull. But, I tried my best to catch myself in my downtrodden hours and purposefully plan to 'make it up.' My goal for this trip was to balance spontaneity with itineraries. What do I want to see, no if's or but's about it and what do I want to come across in my explorations? Food would drift in and out of my path each day, giving me the space to choose on a whim what seemed tasteful that day. Museums would loom next to me throughout my time, begging me to come inside. So, I checked the planner and marked a date for the exhibits. And to top it all off, I didn't even have to choose spontaneity or planning when it came to being in the natural world. My feet would take me next to ponds and roses every day. It's where I feel closest to that sense of being human.
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