Breathe

My first final, am I stoked? Not really, maybe I could care less? Just kidding, I do care but you know - its grade 12!

I am oh so ready to leave for camp, and get out of the city. Things get like this every year at this time, I get anxious and antsy. Camp is a good place to be, I just need to get all this highschool stuff over with first. The next week might be the longest week of my life. With Grad stuff, camp stuff, college stuff, it all seems pretty overwhelming. I am still alright though, my mind just feels like it is doing more then it should be. I still worry, how does one not worry? I wish I knew the answer to that - really.

In one of my last posts I said I was going to try and not worry about the stuff which I was. Why do I worry about things like money when I know God will provide for me. It seems sort of odd, almost like I don't believe him - I do though. I really do in my heart, I know that he will provide for college if he wants me there, he will open doors. So why do I still worry!! I get it from my mother I think, not that that applies to anything but you know.

I am ready - I don't really know what for, just ready to be happy.
I am sick of living a monotonous life and not caring half the time.
I want God in my life, I want to live the faith I say I have.

I'll keep trying
one foot infront of the next.