If you follow me on Twitter or are “friends” with me on Facebook, OR actually know me in real life (crazy, but I do have a few of you) you’ve probably heard me talk about Mexico, and how I’m leaving for a missions trip TODAY!!!! It’s going to be fantastic.
This will be my 11th trip down with my high school, and I’ve been going every year for seven years now. I’ve seen these kids grow from tiny little 8 year olds to big strong 15 year olds who tower over me. I’ve seen little babies grow to have actual personalities. I’ve seen people go from dating to getting married to now they have kids, who have their own little personalities. It’s crazy. When I first went down, I was a junior in high school, and sure of who I was and what I wanted to do. Since then, I’ve become unsure of what I want to do, sure of something else I want to do, helped others figure out their own crap. I’ve gone through some of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through. And all of what I’ve gone through, well, it’s greatly been affected by my trips to Mexico.
Now, I don’t really have a point with any of that. Except to point out that Mexico is a HUGE part of my life, and I love it. But the truth is that even though I am looking forward to leaving SO MUCH, I’m also a little sad. You see, my family doesn’t pause their life while I leave. No, frequently they plan their most exciting stuff to fall while I’m gone. I’d take it personally if I thought them truly vicious enough to cut me out, but I know they’re not. Currently, my parents are out in San Francisco hanging out with my sister out there. (By the way, we have a house sitter, so no trying to rob us, ok?) And while I am so happy for them, I’m also really sad for me.
You see, I want to go everywhere. I want to experience all the good that this world has to offer. I want to be there when my family goes to the beach and sees the starfish, but also want to be in Mexico, eating the worlds best tacos and tamales. Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to be in two places at once, though if we ever get the ability to have super powers, that’s the one I’m choosing. But, like I said, I don’t, and so I have to make the best out of the one body and the choices it has.
So I make the most of the opportunities that I come across. When I get the chance to go somewhere, I go. When I get the chance to do something new and exciting, I do it. I don’t let fear weigh me down because of what I might be missing out or what bad might happen. Because you can’t live your life based on mights. Because mights are just that, mights. They’re nothing definitive, so why would you let them define your life? (Please know that I’m not saying do some crazy thing like jump off a bridge because you only might die. Be realistic.)
The thing is mights with definitely rule your life if you let them. So don’t.
Thanks for reading guys! Please keep me and my team in your prayers while we’re in Mexico. Your prayers ARE affective, and much needed!
