As I previously stated, one of my closest friends, Sawyer, is going through a difficult time in his life. It has been so hard to see him so depressed and confused. Two nights ago all of our friends, including Sawyer, came over to mine and Josh’s house. We were all laughing and the guys were talking about dirt bikes. I started to think about when I was 17 and my group of friends; Shane, Shaylee, Sawyer, Jason, Aaron, my sister Shannon, and I were inseparable. No jobs, we had just gotten our licenses. My sister had a Buick that we named Picasso. It had six seats and a huge trunk. Jason had a small baby blue Chevy truck with a front fender that was black because he crashed into a tree one night driving a little too fast. Jason and Sawyer would ride to the beach in that two toned truck listening to music and wearing their matching cowboy hats. They thought they were hot stuff, but Shannon, Shaylee and I just laughed at them. Almost every weekend we would go to the beach. We would listen to Kenny Chesney on a battery operated radio that hardly ever worked, drink Coke from a bottle, and dream about our ranches that would all be next to each other. We didn’t care what city or state we would end up in, we just wanted to be next to each other forever. Inevitably Jason would say something frustrating, but we would all just roll our eyes and continue listening to music. Afterword we would all go to Johnny Rockets and the waiters would joke around with Shannon and ask her if she wanted a “Cherry Coke” instead of a “Roy Rogers” solely because they knew it would get a rise out of her. Everyone would come over and go swimming, we would go to my parents cabin in Big Bear, the boys would listen wide eyed to my dad tell stories and they would laugh over dramatically when my dad told a joke at my mom’s expense. We thoroughly enjoyed each other. That is one summer I will never forgot. I thought everything was set, and that was the way my life would be forever, but things change.
When Sawyer came over two nights ago he was happy, laughing and energetic I miss this Sawyer. The Sawyer who dropped everything and waited outside my work for me to walk to my car because there was a scary person out side, the Sawyer who sometimes makes bad decisions but inevitably makes the right one, the Sawyer who made an entire bookcase for my sister because she asked him to, the Sawyer who kissed me one the cheek on my wedding day and said “I love you sis.” I love and miss that Sawyer and I am glad he’s back. I hope that whatever decisions that he makes in life, that he is always that Sawyer. I love that Sawyer and I hope he is here to stay.
Run your car off the side of the road Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere Or get yourself in a bind, Lose the shirt off your back, Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare… This is where the rubber meets the road This is where the cream is gonna rise This is what you really didn’t know This is where the truth don’t lie You find out who your friends are
Watching a train wreck happen is traumatic enough, but knowing it could have been avoided takes a toll on a person’s entire being. Being a friend is not easy. When a person loves their friend they are expected to tell them when they see imminent hazards, but in order for the friendship process to work… the other person needs to listen to said friend. More often than not, they do not listen and then the advised friend wonders why they are scattered into a million emotional pieces. Well that stinks for the person who made the ‘wrong’ decision, but what they don’t think about is how it makes the adviser feel. Life is full of choices and mistakes, I assume that’s why friends exist in the first place.
I am in an interesting place in my life. I just got married and am truly loving it. One of my close friends made a decision that will impact his life forever. I feel silly even calling him my friend because we are so close. I seriously feel like my whole body has been drained. I am hurt and confused. This situation is not about me, I just have so many overwhelming emotions that I am literally exhausted. I cannot imagine how he feels. There are different kinds of friends; casual friends, backstabbing friends, and friends that are so close they should be called family. Proverbs 17:17 says, “A friend loves at all times and a brother is born for a time of adversity.” I am not a scholar, but I believe the verse is saying that a true friend loves even when it is not easy, but a brother is there for you when times become unbearable. I see this as two different levels of friendship/ love. There is the friendship that oversees imperfection and loves regardless, then there is the love of a brother that will feel every emotion and stand by his brother’s side until the death. My close friends are like this. They have been there for me in every situation and love me even when I am annoying and bossy. We have pulled each other through parents getting divorced, being kicked out of the house, and losing people. We have laughed together and seriously cried with each other, but I know they will be there in a heartbeat if I need anything at all. I am so blessed to be a part of such an incredible family.
I truly feel for my friend/brother. He made a choice, I and the rest of our friends will be there for him through it all, but it will not be easy. I just hope he knows how much we love him and that he could never do anything that would change that.
I am t i r e d. I usually try not to complain about my situations, because I am blessed to have the problems that I have, but today I am going to complain a little. I have been working two jobs for about 5 months and it is starting to get to me. I love both of my jobs because they are both very different. My full time job is an office job, and obviously my part time job is Starbucks. They are both incredible companies and I am endlessly grateful to work for them. Lately I have been going to my first job, coming home for a few minutes, then leaving for my second job. I barely have time to see Josh, and when I do see him I am exhausted which makes me sad. I think it makes him sad too. Josh is going to school full time to become an engineer, so he is usually pretty busy as well. I love him so much and has been doing so well in school. I am so proud of him. He hates that I have been working as hard as I have, but that just makes me love him that much more. I am also planning a wedding. That is the funniest complaint. I guess it is not really a complaint, I just wish I had more time to focus on the wedding. Haha, said every bride ever. Anyway, right now I am in a strange spot because I really just want both of us to start our careers and be able to spend more time with each other. On the other hand I love where we are because it is our journey together and it has been really fun. I keep telling myself that I am going to miss this. Thank you Toby Keith. I will continue to repeat Colossians 3:23, “Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men.” That verse is such a comfort to me. I also need to constantly remember to choose Joy. This is very hard for me when I have had a really long day at my first job, a customer is being difficult, and I know I will not be off until 11:15. They often are difficult. I need to remember to B e S t i l l and respond with love because their day has probably been worse. I have been ignoring the respond with love part lately. O o p s.
On top of all this craziness you would think I would be a caffeine addict. I am not. I have no tolerance for caffeine. Every time I drink it, my heart starts racing, I get horribly anxious and I cannot go to sleep until at least 3:00am. But I am not the brightest light bulb and I often make a drink for myself and instantly regret it. So Josh has to deal with me: being exhausted, being terrified that the world is coming to an end, being scared that I am dying of whatever disease that I read about that day, and that we are going to be poor. Then he says that I need to stop worrying so much because I am going to get a disease from being too stressed out. This does not help but he is a good man for trying. :) I really need to calm down and breathe. There is a job opportunity that I am very seriously hoping happens, because Josh and I will be set. Definitely praying and waiting on God.
It is so strange how people change, their thoughts and motives. A girl I knew in high school came into my Starbucks last night and was really intoxicated. Before last night I had seen her one time a few months ago, but I had not seen her for years before that. The first time she looked so drained and she was slurring her words, her face looked pale and drawn. Last night her hair was done, she had color in her face, she honestly looked really beautiful. Then you looked closer and there were little raw patches all over her arms, hands, and face. Her mouth was really dry, she was talking quickly and seemed unbalanced. It’s so sad how life changes. Honestly I was the bratty know-it-all freshman and her and my friend were the cool Juniors. Everything they did I would criticize. It was just strange to see her so lost. I went home and told my fiancé about it and he said, really sympathetically, “You kind of make your own bed, you know?” But what if the person did not realize the extremely comfortable bed she could have had. I wish she knew how beautiful she is and what an incredible leader she could be.
Last year I got a parking ticket for being parked ten minutes longer than I paid for. I went home and told my dad and instead of yelling at me he said, “I was initially mad. Then I thought of all the things that you could be doing, and if the worst trouble you have gotten into is a parking ticket then I can pay for it.” I was obviously grateful, but I also kind of laughed thinking, “what on earth could be we doing? We were homeschooled.” That was such a naive thought. Just because I do not struggle does not mean that others do not either.
A few months ago a friend messaged me on Facebook asking me to pray for her (The friend that came in last night) because she was dying in the hospital for drug abuse. I will not stop praying for her. I honestly hope she discovers what her life could be like before it is too late. I truly believe that God can do that. She just has to be willing to change, sadly it does not look that way.
It is amazing how one decision can completely change a person’s life. Decisions are deceiving. I think the real dilemma is whether or not a person wants to stay in their complacent comfort zone, or if they are willing to take chances. Both options have pros and cons. They are beautiful and difficult at the same time. I guess that is with everything though. I pray that the right choice is made for me and my family. Even though I hate making choices, some of the best things have come out of taking a stand on what I feel is best. It is frightening though. Dennis Waitley wrote this: There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist or accept responsibility for changing them. I have made a few choices that I cringe to think of, but then I remember why I did them and I have peace.
A new month. Today we are picking out invitations for the wedding. Of all of the details about the wedding, the invitations are on the bottom of my priority list. But they must be done! Weddings are stressful. No one told me this! In essence it is kind of silly. I have literally spent the last YEAR deciding my colors, hair, bridesmaids, decorations, and cake. I have agonized over so many details and really it is a 6-7 hour party. A little silly if you think about it. Not to mention the amount of money! I am so ridiculously excited though. What is the point of life and money if you don’t make wonderful memories? Isn’t that what life is about? I am so excited to marry Josh that I would elope tomorrow if we could. I just wanted everyone who wanted to be there, there. Many people are coming and I just need to constantly remind myself that whatever happens, happens and it will all be perfect because all that really matters is that I am marrying my best friend.
My name is Briana I am 21 years old, my friends call me Bri. I am engaged to an incredible man named Josh, he will be 25 on November 3rd. We are getting married on January 5th and I cannot wait! I have a beautiful sister named Shannon who is 20. When we were younger we did not look related at all, but now we are often mistaken as twins. I secretly love when people think that, because I think she is gorgeous. I have two older sisters, Kelly and Amy, and an older brother named Greg. I have some incredible friends that will be introduced along the way. I love them more than they probably know.
I titled my blog Souffler because it means to b r e a t h e, something I seriously need to learn to do. I may have been called a “control freak” once or twice in my life. Ok, maybe a lot. I definitely inherited this trait from my mother, and she knows it. The bossiness is not my only problem, I also have my father’s temper. This combination annoys my sister and finance to no end. All that to say, I am continuously trying to step back from these episodes and ask myself if the situation is something to go on a rampage over, or if I can simply l e t i t g o. My older sister Amy is my role model in this area. Last time I was at her house she interrupted me, because I was interrupting Josh, and told me that I need to; let stories be told the wrong way, not interrupt people and really listen to them when they talk instead of thinking of my response before people finish their sentences. It really hurt my pride and I definitely cried about it later, but her words were so true. I cannot imagine how irritating it must be to try to tell a story knowing that it will be interrupted. Anyway, working on that.
I am not an English major. I just like to write my thoughts because it helps me understand myself better. I love Jesus Christ. I love to sing. I’m not coordinated. I make a mess everywhere I go. I love coffee and tea. I love to read. I love my fiancé. My sister is my best friend. I am realizing that life is not perfect and I am slowly becoming ok with it. Welcome to this new chapter of my life. Love, Bri