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.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
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
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Snow and Free Pancakes
Texas still surprises me. Snow?! I mean sure, it's not sticking, but it's still snow! And free pancakes at IHOP..splendid!
Today is turning out to be a GREAT day!
Today is turning out to be a GREAT day!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sir Coughalot
Every time I coughed at work today I was afraid our clients would react negatively in some way or another. But I made sure to say "excuse me" every time, so at least I was polite about it. They replied amicably, I don't think its possible for a human to get a dog sick, but then again I'm not sure.
I'm ready for my throat to start feeling better. It's been a few days now since it first acted up, I guess I'm just over it. Now, I haven't done anything to help speed the process along, but I should be fine in the next few days right?
I hope so...
I'm ready for my throat to start feeling better. It's been a few days now since it first acted up, I guess I'm just over it. Now, I haven't done anything to help speed the process along, but I should be fine in the next few days right?
I hope so...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Undercover Bossman
I just finished watching Undercover Boss. My boss couldn't go undercover without anyone knowing it to save his life. But if he could, would I be working in a way that would get me promoted, or at least a bit of praise for? And if I were, and I never received that praise or recognition, would I still be satisfied?
I'd like to think so. I'd like to think a lot of good things about myself.
I'd also like..
To stop asking God "why?" and start living with an attitude that joyfully accepts my situation and says bring it on. It's just so dern difficult sometimes.
I'd like to think so. I'd like to think a lot of good things about myself.
I'd also like..
To stop asking God "why?" and start living with an attitude that joyfully accepts my situation and says bring it on. It's just so dern difficult sometimes.
Friday, January 1, 2010
New Years Eve
It's New Years Eve and I'm full of empty promises, I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year. The band is loud and I'm wandering the shadows, wishing I was never here. I persevere. A crowded room, these whitewashed tombs, they raise their glasses high, they kiss the past goodbye.
This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, this New Years Eve, will turn out better than before, I'm holding on, still holding out, until they close the door... on me.
It's New Years Eve and I feel my insecurities, are haunting me like ghosts, this sinking quicksand. And then with thunderous praise and lofty adoration, a second passes by, yet nothing changes. I hate my skin, this grave I'm standing in. Another change of years, and I wish I wasn't here.
A year goes by and I'm staring at my watch again, and I dig deep this time, for something greater than I've ever been, life to ancient wineskins. And I was blind but now I see.
This New Years Eve, something must change me inside, I'm crooked and misguided, and tired of being tired. This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, in You.
This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, this New Years Eve, will turn out better than before, I'm holding on, still holding out, until they close the door... on me.
It's New Years Eve and I feel my insecurities, are haunting me like ghosts, this sinking quicksand. And then with thunderous praise and lofty adoration, a second passes by, yet nothing changes. I hate my skin, this grave I'm standing in. Another change of years, and I wish I wasn't here.
A year goes by and I'm staring at my watch again, and I dig deep this time, for something greater than I've ever been, life to ancient wineskins. And I was blind but now I see.
This New Years Eve, something must change me inside, I'm crooked and misguided, and tired of being tired. This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, in You.
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