Day 3: Lost Not Found

On my way to dinner my friend, Amber, saw a little black ball of fur run across the road and hide under a van.  We proceeded to run over to the van and look for the kitten.  After about 15 minutes of walking around campus meowing like crazy college students we decided to go to dinner….

The little lost kitten reminded me of myself this last semester. 

I definitely got lost.  Between my studying and friendships, morals and family everything felt like it was caving on top of me with nowhere to turn.  A lot has changed since the beginning of school and I know that this is just the start of many more changes to come.  Through all the changes I am doing better! Sometimes I still feel like a little lost kitten trying to find my way but I know that I am not alone and that I am loved. 

I guess this is not exactly a “positive experience” but I know that I can see better things coming in the future and that gives me hope. 

I like to think that the little black kitten was found by another college student. 

The little black fur-ball is getting all the love it deserves! 

Feeling a little less lost and a little more found