Change is Good
Change is on the move. I played Halo at LEAST two times last week. I was very against the idea of playing video games with Rocky, for various reasons, but that all has changed, and I have been killing weird aliens and screaming my head off in terror ever since.
I looked back at my profile on here, that i hadn't updated since....I don't know, over a year ago. And it seemed so much more like me than I feel right now. I don't know who I am right now. That Grace liked to tell people that she loved art and kitties and bright green sweatshirts. I feel like I've left out all the random, hilarious stuff that makes me more of myself, and I'm left with just a simpler version. I laugh when other people laugh. I go with the flow. I don't set my own trends though...I often opt to do what other people want then what I want. I leave out the little details that make me who I am. The fun stuff. I want to remember and keep on talking about those random things, or else I fear I will turn into the quiet little housewife that makes chicken and potatoes for dinner every night.
Blah Blah Blah. I'm sick of people whining about this and that and whatever. What about Jesus? He DIED for you. He willingly suffered a really painful death for your safety, and you're gonna complain about the dishes not being done? Psssssh.
I looked back at my profile on here, that i hadn't updated since....I don't know, over a year ago. And it seemed so much more like me than I feel right now. I don't know who I am right now. That Grace liked to tell people that she loved art and kitties and bright green sweatshirts. I feel like I've left out all the random, hilarious stuff that makes me more of myself, and I'm left with just a simpler version. I laugh when other people laugh. I go with the flow. I don't set my own trends though...I often opt to do what other people want then what I want. I leave out the little details that make me who I am. The fun stuff. I want to remember and keep on talking about those random things, or else I fear I will turn into the quiet little housewife that makes chicken and potatoes for dinner every night.
Blah Blah Blah. I'm sick of people whining about this and that and whatever. What about Jesus? He DIED for you. He willingly suffered a really painful death for your safety, and you're gonna complain about the dishes not being done? Psssssh.