I’m sure that there are intellectual human beings among us all that bother to carry maps, and analyze them when they go into corn mazes.

*cough*

But I’m not one of them.

Last night, my friend J and I went with her homeschool group to an enormous, ever-expanding when you’re inside, corn maze. Actually, I’m just kidding about the “ever expanding when you’re inside” part, but it certainly seemed like it did.

All that aside – we decided to depart from the rest of the group to purposely get lost in the corn maze.
I quote:
“You can’t go in a corn maze without getting lost! Let’s go get lost for a little while, then find our way out.” 
I’m not telling you which one of us said that, but if you want a hint… well…

We ended up doing the first part of the statement – getting lost. We got so lost that we couldn’t find our way out for two hours.
Oh, and did I tell you that we did this in the dark? With a flashlight that didn’t want to work? And no map? In a 10 acre corn maze?

To end my very happy story, we finally broke the rules, ducked under the tape and ran through the corn – finally ending up outside of the maze. And then ran up to the barn where everyone else from the group was waiting/looking for us.

Did I tell you that we’re awesome like that?
(not my photos)
Have you gotten lost inside a corn maze before? Tell me about it – I’d love to hear!

You know that feeling, when you don’t really want anything?

Yes, seriously – that feeling. Ever had it?

Every year, I feel like I need to make a list for the things I will randomly say “Oh, I want that! Maybe I’ll ask for it for my birthday or something.” But every year, when my birthday rolls around, I realize that I’ve forgotten all those things that I wanted.

And you know what?

That’s okay.

I don’t need anything. I’m content. There are so many things that would be cool to ask for, but ya know what? I don’t need them. I feel content right now – tapping away at my computer screen. Typing this wonderfully random blog post to more than 200 of the best people ever. Not needing anything. Not wanting anything right now. (Wait, that’s not entirely true. I’m busting at the seams to know what my family is mysteriously hinting at – it has to do with my birthday on Sunday…) 


Ok, well, I’ll find out in a few days.

Until then, I’m going to rejoice in being content, and confident in my Savior who is above all. Now that’s something to be content about.

One of the reasons I haven’t been here in the blog world all that much, or commenting (sorry!) is because I’m studying… for the PSAT. It probably doesn’t seem to be that big of a deal for most of you, however, I’m becoming a little freaked out. Why?

1.  Math is my worst subject – I took a practice quiz tonight and got 18/36. Ouch.
2. Alright, confession time. I’ve never, ever sat inside a classroom. In my entire life. I’ve got enough to worry about with the previous confession (math, *cough*), that I don’t need to be distracted by a new environment.