Share and Try Not to Care...Too Much

      We've all heard that famous quote "Home is where the heart is." It was one of the few overused quotes that I could actually stand because I understood its worth. I really didn't though, until now.        I don't travel much and even when I'm in my own town, I'm a total homebody. It's where I feel most comfortable and contains so much of who I am that I feel no reason to stay away from it for too long. But then I got to thinking of how easily I've latched onto the people and places I've been lucky enough to be introduced to the past few years. In those experiences, I didn't have any hankering to get back home. I missed my family, but that was usually the extent of it. That's when I realized my definition of what home is changed completely.       I don't get homesick, I get family sick. Everyone says it, but I truly feel that being born into my family was the greatest gift God could ever give me. My parents are the most su

   I promised myself I wasn't going to do another blog post about camp because it was painful enough writing the first one  -->  http://libbycrawford4.blogspot.com/2013/07/my-time-at-mcnally_3.html I heard "Not About Angels" in The Fault In Our Stars and thought it was gorgeous. It wasn't until I got back from camp and was on a run when it came up on my shuffle. Not really an energizing song, but I liked it enough that I let it play. I almost broke down crying but forced myself to hold it in because no one wants to see someone who's getting exercise cry. It's just awkward and sends a message that physical activity is emotionally distressing (which it almost always is in my case) OK Libby, back to the song! It just made my heart hurt in a way that I had to share.    My blog about McNally Smith's Summer Workshop last year sums up a lot of the same feelings that came with this year's experience. In ways they were pretty similar, but at the same time

     It's not like I didn't know it was coming, but that doesn't mean I didn't try to push it and all the overwhelming thoughts that accompany it, away. The "it" I'm referring to is college.     As a little girl, OK even as a 17 year old, I run on a schedule. Lists, itineraries, and go-plans are some of my favorite things. They keep me prepared and aware of what's to come, and as someone who suffers from acute anxiety of the unknown, they're a welcome comfort. I can't pinpoint exactly why "going with the flow" scares me so much, but surely I've done it before. In fact, the majority of life's events do not run on a schedule and you can get used to a routine, but there's no guarantee it'll stay that way.While yes that's terrifying to me, I'll admit some of my best memories are from unexpected occurrences. You know if someone could grant me a wish to see the future, I'd probably take it in a heartbeat, but ul