Wednesday, November 20, 2013
by Christina Hadley
Man, that sounds like a start to a great joke!
Unfortunately, I ran out of material for my next stint as a Stand-Up Comic. Oh wait! Add that to the list, too! Everyone makes a list when they are younger of what they want to be when they “grow up.”
We always ask little kids what they want to be when they grow up, but it is a question that many of us are still contemplating well into adulthood. Sure, there are roles that we fall into out of circumstance or necessity, but what do we WANT to do with our lives?
When I was in Undergad, I changed my major four times within the first semester before committing to a BS in Religion: Biblical Studies.
I had it all figured out. I would major in Religion, meet a boy who wanted to be in ministry, get a little coffee shop, and mentor junior high girls in the church.
But after I walked across that stage and pulled off the campus I had called home for the past four years, I felt completely lost. “What now!” I thought. I enjoyed my classes, don’t get me wrong. As I weighed my options, though, I realized I had no idea what to do now that I had my degree. I knew one thing—I needed a job.
My first “grown-up” job was working Accounts Receivable for an international manufacturer.
To this day, I cannot tell you why they hired me for the position, but it was something that triggered a pre-quarter life crisis.
While working in a field that I did not see as ministry, I felt the logical path to take would be to begin pursing my Masters in Theological Studies, so I could stay headed in the direction I previously had seen for myself.
I was concerned because I felt misdirected in what I was going to do to be successful in life. The fact that I loved this job when I previously despised numbers was mind-blowing! My vision became muddled, and I reached a point where I just wanted to quit!
I was halfway through a program that no longer interested me! It took me a few months and several conversations with people my age and older before it hit me: I needed to pursue a Master’s in Business.
I had a heart for ministry, but I wanted to run my own. The Lord gave me a passion for numbers so that I could be sure to be a good steward of my resources to bring him glory!
What have I learned? It’s okay to start chasing your dream and realize there is another path to get to your destination. When trying to figure out what you want to do with your life and what you want to get your degree in, I recommend finding what excites and intrigues you and then find how to make that work to get you to your goals!
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Wednesday, November 6, 2013
by Jason Bond
As I near the end of my degree, I look back on the past five years and I think to myself that I honestly could have made it through this process in a much shorter amount of time. Like many, when I first started school I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do. So I asked myself, what is it in life that I’m excited about and good at?
When I had a brief moment, I sat down to think.
I enjoy camping, flying, hunting, fishing, woodworking, and at the end of the day, of course, long walks on the beach. Unfortunately, that is not where the list ends.
I feel as though it just goes on and on which makes it incredibly difficult to decide what to pursue as a career. I know, that in the end, I love being active. I am a hand’s on person so doing something active is, in my opinion the best career.
I started my Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and quickly decided that chasing down the bad guy would be extremely fun, but what about chasing them in a helicopter, now that sounds like a blast! Eventually, I changed my degree to Aeronautics and I don’t regret it at all!
Since I change my degree to Aeronautics, it has been one of the most exciting and rewarding four years of my life. I have gotten the chance to fall through the sky in a helicopter practicing emergency procedures and had so much fun doing it! Unfortunately, the degree changes did extend the time it has taken me to finish my degree, but I truly feel like this is exactly where God wants me to be.
I don’t think there are, “3 Steps to Deciding” what to do, but I truly think that evaluating what your talents and desires are is one of the best ways to decide what degree to pursue. When I sat down and asked myself what I want to do for the next 40 years I know it has got to be fun, but also something to provide for a family. Here are some of the questions I asked myself.
I know life is not always about having fun, but God created us with talents and things we enjoy. I would rather live my life loving God, having as much fun as I can along the way and doing something I enjoy than doing something I hate and making a lot of money.
So what have you always dreamed of doing? There is probably something that always comes to mind which, you try to suppress because it sounds unachievable. I want to encourage you, take that step.
So often I believe the devil persuades us not to walk by faith believing that God has made the way. If we truly believed this, all we just need to take the step. So here’s the thing take some time and think about these questions and other ones that help complement your natural talents.
My dream: I want to own an island one day, where I can retire, go fishing, and sailing—every day, while listening to the Zac Brown Band. But as for now, I will continue to take the small steps to get me there.Postedby Gregory Hartnett at 9:01 AM | Comments (0) | Permalink
Thursday, October 17, 2013
by Tim Lawless
Doctors say that running will make you healthier, make you live longer, and give you more energy. It burns calories, increases your sense of well-being, and just generally improves your life.
Running makes me miserable.
I’m usually ready to give up about half a mile in. You know how when you’re running, there’s always that person in the distance you’re trying to catch up with? There’s also the guy on the side of the path, hunched over, hands on his knees, looking like he’s ready to pass out.
I’m that guy.
Here’s why: I treat everything like a sprint, not a marathon. I don’t pace myself. I just want to get it over with as quickly as possible, so I can go back to my air-conditioned car and not be running anymore. I don’t have the discipline for a long distance run. Who am I kidding? I don’t even have the discipline for a short distance run…or a brisk walk…or a leisurely stroll…or physical exertion in general.
You get the idea.
Weird place to start talking about handling the crazy workload that comes in the middle of a semester, right? Some people approach school like a sprint. Others approach it like a marathon. Sprinters generally do work in large portions, and generally close to deadlines. I most definitely fall into this category.
I have a full-time job, I’m taking classes, and I’m trying to fit all of life’s other responsibilities in there somewhere. I’m willing to bet most of us are like that. Between families, work, school, church, and a million other little things that demand our attention, sometimes it seems like the Friday or Sunday when an assignment is due isn’t just the best time to do the work, but the only time.
Sure, we get the work done. But after spending an entire day (or two) on an assignment, there’s no better way to describe how we feel than “utterly exhausted”.
We treat school like a sprint. We go full speed ahead, and do all the work at once. We get it done, then feel completely burnt out. Then Monday comes, and we do it all again.
Marathons are difficult. Or, at least that’s what I’ve heard. As you might recall, I’ve never actually run one. You can’t go full-throttle in a 26 mile race. You have to pace yourself. Otherwise, you’ll hit mile 9 (or mile 2, in my case) and be ready to give up.
What if we treated school like a marathon instead of a sprint? Maybe we won’t be so exhausted at the end of the week, or rushing to complete that final assignment on the last Friday of the class. What if we took that 20 page paper, and started it in the 4th week instead of the 6th week? What if we wrote 2 pages a day for 2 weeks instead of 10 pages a day over the course of 2 days?
If you pace yourself, you might find that you have a little more time for the million and one other responsibilities you have. Who knows? You might not feel so exhausted. You might even enjoy school a little bit!
Most of us will have a 10 day break coming up on October 11th. Enjoy that time without having to be concerned with school. Spend time with your family. Spend time on a hobby you enjoy. Maybe even go for a run!
Just kidding about the run, guys. Let’s be realistic here.
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Thursday, October 10, 2013
by Melissa Truman
A couple weeks ago me and some friends decided to rent some canoes and kayaks and enjoy some time out on the lake. We strapped on our life vests and paddled out onto the wild green murky water. Personally, I don’t like wearing life vests that much, but I signed a waiver saying I would and you should always follow the rules when liability is involved. The life vests were blue, so we looked like a bunch of blue marshmallows floating around in a sea of algae and foggy water. It was such a nice day out on the lake, enjoying the outdoors and hanging out with friends.
A few weeks later, I went camping with some of the same friends. Now I know everyone has their sleeping preferences, but I absolutely love when I get to sleep in my Hammock. My friend recently became a proud owner of a hammock and so this particular weekend we decided to get our camp on. We set our hammocks up in a little nook of trees on the edge of what was about a mile of forest. We were just out there, swinging in our hammocks and eventually we fell asleep.
Now, when I fall asleep, I do it right. I don’t wake up for much, except breakfast and coffee. Apparently in the middle of the night some deer came out of the woods and started sniffing me and my friend. She said she tried to shoo them away and that I even woke up and made a crazy face at her, but I don’t remember any of this happening which is unfortunate because it would make for a better story I’m sure. The events of the evening were relayed to me the next morning over breakfast and coffee.
Now, I’m not sure what you do at the end of the day when you get off work to unwind, but I’d like to hope you do something interesting. Everyone has a different pace of life, so maybe your hobbies don’t involve you riding out to the nearest lake with your buddies and that’s okay. Your hobby may be doing projects around the house, traveling, or something very intellectually stimulating that I’m just unable to think of at the moment.
The point is that you’re doing something you enjoy. I’ve found that having a hobby keeps me from getting too caught up in the day to day life of: work, eat, sleep, repeat. Most of my hobbies involve something to do with the outdoors, especially in the summer time. What I’m trying to say is having a hobby can keep you from going crazy from the monotony of day to day routine and you may even make a few friends along the way. Try something new this week: get out and enjoy the outdoors. You won’t regret it.
Hammock Camping- Speer
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Monday, September 9, 2013
A Newcomer's Guide to Lynchburg (A Tale of Groundhogs, Westerns, and Awkward Conversation)
by Zachary Woolard
118 miles upriver. This is the span between my city of seven years and the city of seven hills.
Richmond, meet Lynchburg.
First off, I couldn’t even say it out loud, “We’re moving to Lynchburg”. Lynchburg seemed dull, reminiscent of a sleepy, backward, town of yesteryear. I had resolved that my next season of life would be one of “making the most of it”. This was a sacrifice my fiancée and I would make as we invested in our future, at the expense of our present.
I moved to Lynchburg on March 15th to begin training as an Academic Advisor.
Everything I owned fit in the back of my car. I survived at first on the generosity of a friend from Richmond, himself having recently made the transition westward. I soon began the adventure of finding a place to live in a town I knew nothing about.
I found a gem on the north side of the city—a historic apartment building dating back to the 1920’s. I loved the architecture, the floor plan, and even the neighbors. One recent morning I was greeted by a veritable petting zoo in the backyard: lizards, deer, rabbits, squirrels, and groundhogs.
The city then started to show its true colors, a vibrant array of people from all walks of life—tattooed hipsters, corporate bankers, country clubbers, and disc golfers. It seemed that Richmond didn’t have the exclusive on being cosmopolitan.
Having found a place to sleep, I needed a decent meal. I have a penchant for independent Mom and Pop, hole-in-the-wall, off the map culinary options. After surveying the cookie-cutter, just-off-the-highway offerings, I feared that Lynchburg may have an insatiable taste for the bland. So I started asking for recommendations. They came in droves: brick oven perfection at Rivermont Pizza, happiness in a mug at The Muse Coffee Company, and more doughnuts than I am proud to admit at The Father’s Table.
I wasn’t prepared for what came next: The Cheesy Western from The Texas Inn (the T-Room to lifetime ‘Burgers). Imagine a hamburger, blacktop griddled to just short of a hockey puck. This is then topped with a fried egg smother in cheese, onions and a pickled, mustardy, cabbage relish. The whole combo is served on a bun alongside a bowl of chili beans with an icy cup of buttermilk. All together you have the best, worst mistake you can make.
Lynchburg has been more than welcoming. The best example being the parade of hugs and handshakes exchanged between the hours of nine and noon on a Sunday morning. As a proud member of team introvert, the church equivalent of speed dating is a truly terrifying experience. I keep my eyes moving, hastily sit back down, and do everything I can to keep my hands in my pockets. I usually escape unscathed.
The captain of a greeter brigade took awkward to a new level. He actually reached into my pocket for a handshake. A bit off-putting at first, I realized this intrusion was because he was overjoyed that a stranger had come into his midst. In his own weird way, he wanted me to know that I was welcome, that I could make a home there if I wanted.
The whole experience made me realize that Lynchburg is all in all, a little weird, definitely different than Richmond, but a good different.
I have grown to understand that my time here is a gift, an opportunity to grow and explore, to get lost in the unfamiliar, and to rediscover myself out of my comfort zone. And so to all of you—like me—who once were, who are, or will someday soon be new to Lynchburg, I leave you with a word: WELCOME.
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