The Journey Of My Life Essay

The wind was blowing and leaves were falling, it was fall. It was my favorite time of year. I stood out on my front porch and soaked up the fall breeze and the pumpkin spice smells. Everything was perfect and for a moment it felt like there was nothing wrong with my life. Then I heard her, it was my Mom.

I. Personal Profile: As I ponder over my thoughts and reflect on where I am in my journey of spiritual growth, all I can do is just thank God for all He has done. My spiritual journey has been full of ups and downs, but I would not change any of it because I had to go through the things I have went through to get to where I am today. Before I started living fully for Jesus, I was just existing and living my life without a purpose. I was lost and was seeking validation from everyone but God. My spiritual journey did not start until I realized that I was searching for happiness in all wrong places, and that my happiness was found in God. Once I discovered that and began building a relationship with God, my love began to increase for Him and all He has done. I began to see things clearer and God started removing toxic people out of my life and molding me into what he created me to be. In this season of my journey, I believe God is taking me through the pruning phase. In john 15:2 it says, “Every branch in me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it do that it may bear more fruit.” Jesus is stripping me from everything that no longer serves a purpose in my life. He is setting me apart and preparing me for my purpose on earth. God is changing everything about me from the inside out, and removing anything that is not of him and making me more like him. He is making me very uncomfortable, so that I have no choice but to learn to fully

Everyone has a story to share, none less important than the other, and a past that helped to create the people we are today. As I begin my journey into the world of adulthood, the feelings of excitement and fear dawn on me because the realization hit me! I've made it! Senior year, the year I have been dreading and longing for the past 3 years fear of leaving home and becoming my own person. Only to one day discover, as I sat in my room thinking about life's next chapter that was about unfold in front of me,i realized I more than ready to go into the future with the security of being okay because of the enviorment I was raised in and the values my mother instilled in me since the age of 5.

I enjoyed when people would gaze up at me and express their admiration of my so-called God-given intellectual, as if the most dexterous dancer came out of the womb on pointe. My journey of running in the first tier of the marathon began when I was fighting to reach the fallopian tube as a perplexed cell, and continued to my teenage years of sprinting through the academic block. I had never planned for this increasing momentum to the top of the podium to cease, until last year. No really, I genuinely believed that I would never drop from that spot, and that if I did, my world would be completely demolished-the gazillions of shattered pieces splattered at the bottom of the Atlantic. Well, I guess I did not pacifically need to glue those pieces back together anyway; the peculiar glisten they reflected underwater didn’t seem to be any duller than before.

My life has gone through many different stages. Each stage has taught me new lessons about myself and has shaped my way of viewing the world. The way I was raised by my parents has made me the person who I am today. I believe my life experiences have pointed to the path of being a teacher.

I just entered 9th grade in Hampton Bays High School. I enjoy playing soccer and I love photography, I think that it’s such a beautiful art. Before I came to Hampton Bays I was from East Hampton. Entered Hampton Bays towards the end of 8th grade. I learned a lot about transferring schools. I learned in many ways from negative to positive. People would always tell me that people in Hampton Bays were nice that I should be happy. That just entered from one ear and left right through the other. Now I have started to learn that I should be happy about starting a new chapter in my life. Because moving from place to place doesn't always have to be towards the negative, it can always be towards the positive. I think that everyone who has taken part of my journey in my life is part of who I am. People that I am close with, or not and just have only spoken to them once. I learn from them knowing what is right and what is not. No matter who the person is I learned something about them. That’s what I think makes me who I am, learning from others.

Wake up, eat, pasture the sheep, eat, and hit the hay. This was my routine for as long as I could remember and I was ok with that. Life was great just me and my fat sheep, that’s all I really needed and of course my cheese and milk . No one really came around because my kind is known to be wild savages and lawless, and there not completely wrong, I could never see eye to eye with anyone so it’s probably best that I lived solo. My home was a mountainous cave just right for my size. The rugged walls and hard floors to others might look uncomfortable but not to me, I was content as ever. Today started same as always I awoke and made my way out to the fields. The early morning rays of sun kissed the rolling hills and I stood still, captivated by the beauty. I took in the warmth that made the hair on my skin rise. I watched as two birds hovered in and out of trees singing a song of whistles on repeat. I made my way through the trees on the look for some more firewood with my sheep not far behind getting all chunky just for me. After hours out on the pasture I started to head home with my boughs on my shoulder and my sheep to the right of me. My day wasn’t over yet, I threw the wood in the cave and closed it up with the boulder I called a door. I took a seat and got to work milking my ewes and to be honest the job was pretty ew. I can’t complain though because that was my supper and man it tasted bomb. I finished all my chores and poked at the fire thinking that this day was

Lights; red and blue. Handcuffs; silver and waiting. A jail cell; cold and desolate. Each of these words describe things that a criminal would have seen before being introduced to their fate. What do a criminal and little Anna have in common? More than one would think, but that is to be explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny. You're probably wondering how I could have possibly robbed something that doesn’t exist, but my seven year old self would tell you otherwise in a heartbeat. To me, the day I robbed the very real Easter Bunny was a day I will never forget.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

My mother’s important goals that filled our household after my father died included keeping our family out of poverty and for her children to obtain a high school education. My life’s path and choices had some correlations and parallels to the writings of Weaver, Tan, and Malcolm X. To venture back to a time that I have not thought about in years was difficult. The traditions discussed in this paper include hard work by intimidation and fear, poverty and the need to work, and gender discrimination. The traditions of my past did not become my future. The traditions my husband and I made for our family come from a better understanding of where we have been, the poverty we lived through, and the importance of education to a successful life.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.

Hel sat on her thrown and tossed the knife onto her plate, looking out at those gathered, good and bad. Where did the good go? Where do the bad go? Here. Here feasts are prepared, banquets planned. Maybe a fun game or two. A gift exchange, quid pro quo and all that jazz.

The world was pitch black and Lance didn’t know why, but it was comfortable. He hummed happily and decided to float along in the comfy blackness a little while longer. Suddenly, he could distinctly feel his body shift, as if someone was adjusting their grip on his body. This shift managed to break Lance out of the trance he had lulled himself into.

My crew was about to make history. Legs in my chest, ankles in my thighs, head against the wall... I was ready for this. The words, “Everyone, out!” overwhelmed me. I had made my way down a thick rope, and saw the vast amount of people awaiting me. All the citizens were hushed asleep blind to what was to come. Nonchalantly, I took my recently sharpened spear out of my back pocket. It was time, and our crew made our first move. The whole scene was all a blur to me; sharp cries and agonizing grunts. We had made a victory and sailed off from Troy back home.