One of the major perks of attending a private Christian college is that you get an Easter break, in addition to a regular spring break. It’s pretty fab.
Over spring break, I had the opportunity to stay with Church on the Street, a ministry down in Georgia. They serve mainly homeless and trafficked folk down in inner city Atlanta, and it was an eye opening experience. The head pastor emphasized the underlying causes of poverty, and how the decisions we make (like where we choose to live, work, send our kids to school) will either contribute to or alleviate the problem. (Google gentrification… It’s a major thing!)
But I digress. That’s an entirely different post altogether.
It was a good trip. Getting off campus– and outside of yourself– definitely puts life into perspective.
I loved it there. B.O.U.N.D is already planning on returning to Atlanta next February for the Passion Conference, and spending time with the community again next spring break.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll live there one day. (Emory Medical School IS right downtown…)
Easter break has been far less exciting, although much more restful. It does a soul good to spend some downtime with the fam jam.
Working hard and investing in others is time well spent. But sometimes you just need to nap, read a book, and head bang to Taylor Swift with your sisters.
It’s currently Friday morning, at about 3 a.m. I am frantically reviewing for my last two midterms (anatomy and cell biology) and chugging espresso like my life depends on it. I haven’t made it to the gym all week, and dry shampoo has been unfortunately necessary as of late.
But none of that matters, because spring break begins in about 13 hours.
Friends and fellow students, we’ve almost made it.
Well friends, it has finally happened. I am venturing into vegetarianism; a meatless land, flowing with tofu and garbanzo beans.
I mean, sort of. A good friend (and fellow plant lover ) of mine convinced me to give it up for Lent. Yes, I know that Lent technically began back on Ash Wednesday– but better late than never, amirite? (Also, I’m pretty sure that Jesus understands).
While this is completely terrifying, it will force me to 1) eat healthier and 2) finally learn how to cook. My university doesn’t exactly offer many vegetarian options, so I’ll be forced to scavenge on my own. Unless I want to exclusively eat salads until April.
I’m one week in so far, and it’s actually going pretty well. I made a couple of meals in bulk over the weekend (vegetable soup and mock risotto) and I’ve just been eating the leftovers throughout the week. Not very exciting, but it’s cheap and filling.
Also, I tried vegetarian chili for the first time last Friday, and it was straight up magical.
Maybe the bean lovers are onto something after all.