Tuesday, March 16, 2010



I've joined a cult.

Please follow with me.


Heart Strings

So I've been busy late then, I suppose it what it comes down to.

In all seriousness..

I have my good days.
I have my bad days.
I have my great days.
I have my sad days.

Life is so completely different that I ever expected it to be. I'm trying to hold fast to the truth that this is a good thing, but there are times when I want (want isn't the right word, but I don't know what is) to go back to the way things were. Comfortable. But then I write this down, or I think about all the stipulations that includes, and it's the farthest thing I could ever want for my life.

It's tough when the majority of people you love more than anyone else are not where you are. Maybe this only expands our hearts. Maybe it only causes you to long for a day when you will all be together. Maybe, just maybe, we actually catch a glimpse of learning how to long for what we're made for.

Something to think about.

Rabbit Trail

I've become a slacker at posting. I suppose you might be able to attribute this to the simple fact that there is no internet connection at my house, or possibly that I've been quite busy lately (gasp!) that the time to blog has slipped away every chance I think I might have. Whatever the case, I sadly don't see this changing anytime soon.

I try to make goals for myself:
write a poem once a day for a month even if it's an haiku
floss every day
eat breakfast, lunch and dinner
be to work on time

Those are only a few I can think of right now, but it seems that for the most part these will last for one or few days and then drop off into some black abyss, as if they weren't even important in the first place. As for poetry, I made it maybe two days. It's not that I didn't try, it's just that I was used to it enough to keep it going continually. I flossed every day for about twenty days. I was proud of myself, feeling good about the cleanliness of my teeth. Then I ran out of floss, and the next container I had hurt my gums so I quit. Sometimes I don't always eat breakfast. Sometimes I forget my lunch. These two usually happen because I'm trying to get to work on time. I make my best effort trying to be on time to places. I'm sure this annoys quite a few many people. I have friends that if they know something won't start until fifteen minutes after it is supposed to, they'll plan to be there at that time, and inevitably end up being late. Me on the other hand? I'll plan to be there 10 minutes before due time in order to make it "on time." I'll still find myself being late. Blame it on my high school baseball coach; when I was 14 years old I had it instilled in me - 10 minutes early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. Thank you, Terry Gaunt.

Gosh that was a long paragraph, and an even longer rabbit trail.

Thursday, March 4, 2010