Hello, My Name Is...Lacklusterly Your's
So I'm updating because some anonymous commenter wrote an angry message on my wall. Although anonymous usually indicates blood relation, I will heed the aggressive and appease my hungry readership (aka my family)
Do you ever feel like you're just waiting for something to happen? Something out of the ordinary that changes the game, the way you're living your current life? A reboot of sorts, when life locks into a stale routine and your life performance becomes lackluster.
My life is ok right now. But that's just it; it's just ok. Anger is welling up in me a whole lot more easily nowadays. I'm just not working at all, and I feel useless. I mean, I occupy myself. I clean, exercise, socialize. But...what am I supposed to be doing? I know God kept me here in Orlando for a reason. A part of me is really excited to learn exactly what it is, and a part of me is simply jaded.
But...I'm grateful. My life is full of friends and diversity and fun and ministry. And with all that I sometimes choose to push God out of that whole equation. I just am so excited to live the life God has for me, but I don't pursue it like it matters. And then this weird mediocrity feeling of life sets in.
Well, I suppose I solved my own conundrum, in a way.
My life HAS been nice.
Slide operating has been pleasant.
I went to the beach with a bunch of people on Sunday. I ran off just for my enjoy the beach privately ritual, as per usual. John twisted his ankle out in the water, and so he's been healing up the past few days. He's so sad and pathetic-looking limping and hopping around the apartment; I feel like he'd be great at selling newspapers.
We're starting our community meals this week. I'm excited that we're opening up our home for all our friends and just anybody who needs it or feels alone or wants a cheap meal.
I reorganized the living room. I feel so accomplished I can't even describe.
LOST is over. It was epic and beautiful. I cried three times during the two and a half hour finale.
I love my friends here. I miss the heck out of my friends in Niceville. I will hopefully be coming home next weekend. When I get back, we must have a dance party. I just feel like dancing more often!
Do you ever feel like you're just waiting for something to happen? Something out of the ordinary that changes the game, the way you're living your current life? A reboot of sorts, when life locks into a stale routine and your life performance becomes lackluster.
My life is ok right now. But that's just it; it's just ok. Anger is welling up in me a whole lot more easily nowadays. I'm just not working at all, and I feel useless. I mean, I occupy myself. I clean, exercise, socialize. But...what am I supposed to be doing? I know God kept me here in Orlando for a reason. A part of me is really excited to learn exactly what it is, and a part of me is simply jaded.
But...I'm grateful. My life is full of friends and diversity and fun and ministry. And with all that I sometimes choose to push God out of that whole equation. I just am so excited to live the life God has for me, but I don't pursue it like it matters. And then this weird mediocrity feeling of life sets in.
Well, I suppose I solved my own conundrum, in a way.
My life HAS been nice.
Slide operating has been pleasant.
I went to the beach with a bunch of people on Sunday. I ran off just for my enjoy the beach privately ritual, as per usual. John twisted his ankle out in the water, and so he's been healing up the past few days. He's so sad and pathetic-looking limping and hopping around the apartment; I feel like he'd be great at selling newspapers.
We're starting our community meals this week. I'm excited that we're opening up our home for all our friends and just anybody who needs it or feels alone or wants a cheap meal.
I reorganized the living room. I feel so accomplished I can't even describe.
LOST is over. It was epic and beautiful. I cried three times during the two and a half hour finale.
I love my friends here. I miss the heck out of my friends in Niceville. I will hopefully be coming home next weekend. When I get back, we must have a dance party. I just feel like dancing more often!