I wouldn’t categorize my upbringing as “sheltered.” I knew what went on. I had friends who were told about all that “adult” stuff in deep and gory detail. So I got the scoop when necessary. And my parents did their best to prepare me for the world. “Make good choices, young grasshopper!”
But the truth is, when you get to college, there is an immediate freedom that comes along with it. As well as easy access to all the things you weren’t allowed to do under your parents roof.
So I immediately took it upon myself to watch R-rated movies and every single episode of Dawson’s Creek I could get my hands on. After all, those were quite forbidden in my house.
College is a time of awakening and experimenting. And boy did I go crazy! I experimented heavily with hair dye. Some were extremely bad choices (me with bottle died black hair = really bad decision!) I experimented with staying out all night and line dancing at Stetson’s on the Moon. I even tried my first alcoholic drink, a Midori sour and it was so gross!!!
Ok… maybe I was a little sheltered after all, a little naive.
Back then I liked a boy and I truly thought that if I never told him I liked him and just pretended that we were friends that miraculously God would hit him with a love dart and he would see me as he never had before. We would ride off into the sunset and happily ever after would ensue. Remember that I’d never had a boyfriend up to this point and still didn’t have one. One need not wonder why.
In reality, that boy barely knew me and what he did know of me, he merely considered a friend and nothing more! NOTHING.
Imagine my shock and disappointment when I didn’t get a happy fairytale ending with me married at 23. (Thank God, whose plans are far greater for me than my own!)
If you’ve seen the latest episode of my little web series, then you’ll hear about a particularly ridiculous occurrence in the life of little Lizzie (truth be told, I went by Beth back then.)
My roommate and I, at the time, entrenched ourselves so deeply in Hollywood movie land that we actually thought that if we picked a place off the top of our heads, that maybe God or fate or destiny would step in and make magic happen. Funny thing is that magic did happen while we weren’t looking.
We stayed blessedly single and became very good friends. The kind that can still laugh about the dumb things we did way back then! (Am I right Becs?)
See, if I had gotten what I wanted back then and got married right off the bat, life would have been fine as God can use all things for His glory. But I wouldn’t be who I am today. And, you see, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m still on the look out for the occasional fairytale. I never really gave them up. But reality is so much cooler. I’d take that over Serendipity any day!!!