My dear artfolks,
Well, I've hinted at some news, so here we are:
At the end of March, I was called into my boss's office to be informed that... I received the promotion at the tutoring center! That week I had been quite beat down - pensive about a recent break-up, stressed about home. I knew the position was competitive and convinced myself I wouldn't get in. But! Now I'm a Student Program Coordinator. My specific sub-focus is marketing, where I will help execute outreach projects in addition to assisting in training, leading a team of tutors, and supervising on the floor.
Best of all, this opened the door for me to... move close to campus. Everything providentially fell into place, and I don't say that offhandedly. The funds, the roommate, the location... I believe nothing is a coincidence, but this was crystal clear.
A couple months ago, I casually met a freshman named Hannah at a party. We instantly bonded over classic books and obscure Celtic music. Our connection felt eerie enough that I asked God if I was called to befriend/disciple her. He had something more in mind, though I had long assumed that if I moved, I would lease en masse and achieve a coveted position on a roommate squad. Even with the arrows pointing to Hannah, I believed a certain upperclassman house my best fit, and was pulling hard at the reins to get there, despite a bad location and rumors of roommate strife. In a sticky turn of events, I lost out on the house, then lost two options for Hannah and I. Strangely though, snatches of one apartment were on my mind, though the exterior seemed so rundown we had purposefully marked it off. Consistently, especially in writing "Around the Bend
", flashes of it permeated my imagination, and nothing else we were touring seemed right. It was a weird sensation, but I fully believe it was God's leading. Thus, Hannah and I toured, everything inside was ideal, and I even connected with a neighbor or two. We fell in love with the place and signed the lease in three days' time.
So many bright new changes are rolling up. My older brother graduated with his BSN, my younger brother is graduating high school, and I am officially a college senior now! This semester has boasted some of my hardest classes yet, and I never thought I'd make it through without a scratch (GPA-wise or just plain cracking up) especially diagnostics, medical terminology, and acoustic physics. But here I am! My finals wrapped up this week, and the freedom has me reeling. I still feel like I'm procrastinating something.
And, as if I hadn't enough to do during the last few weeks of school...
I launched my photography business.Picturesque by Emily
has been a long time coming. But here I am with three paid photo-shoots under my belt, three coming up this week, social media pages, a new email, website in-progress, and some slick business cards.
Sooo... if you are interested in seeing my photography entrepreneurship, head over to my pages and like/follow to keep up! Love y'all.
Ohhh friends! God is so good. I really don't deserve all He's doing for me. He's been with me and at work through long years of stressful family situations. I'm studying a career I love, getting a side-gig I enjoy, and working in a writing center. He's provided me the means and healthy desire to become independent. Best of all, he's given me so many wonderful people:
A handful of dear classmates. Ah the group project party, the cross-campus walks with Michael and Eman, the post-final's nap at Aleah's house, the midterm phonetics cramming with Katie...
Coworkers who tease, share, play weird music and chill... Stephanie, Trinity, Jude, Shelby, Matt, etc. We have taken love language tests together, vented through homework, and played cards on our last day.
My family. Despite having no doubts about moving, I'm still hit with homey pangs every time we laugh around a table or snuggle down for a movie.
My best friends. I will never grow tired of long talks, cooking sessions, life adventures and random phonecalls with Dora, nor of letters, skypes, and planning visits with my pen-pal.
My future roommate. I have so far seen a beautifully nerdy, Jesus-loving heart. I can't wait for even more decor discussions and bluegrass sessions. (I came across her and some music friends jamming on the sidewalk, and they let me "join" by plucking a few chords and singing. It was the best thing that happened to me last week.)
My ministry family. I don't know where I'd be without that home-away-from-home... those retreats, parties, bonfires, Bible studies, dances, and late night games. I can't wait to move closer and spend more time there, as well as serve on the Prayer team next year.
You guys, who have inspired me to become both a writer and photographer. Inspired to write, I wrote enough to consider myself qualified to coach others - thus I'm a tutor, now supervisor. Inspired to photograph, I took up my design minor - thus I am equipped to pursue this new business.
Sorry for the long post, but thank you all so much.