God better have a plan, is what I'm saying
Life just seems to be determined to crush me of late. I had a concert this morning at a church downtown (it went half-well; some of the singers butchered a couple of the songs and it took a lot, lot, lot of self-restraint and prayer and encouraging looks from a friend of mine in the audience for me not to turn around and thwap them with my music) and came out to find that somebody had run into my car and driven away. Fun! Snapped my driver's side rearview mirror off--it hangs now by the cord that connects it to the electronics in the dashboard. So that's cool.
Also, I got my last rejection letter of graduate schools yesterday. It is now official; I will not be attending grad school in the fall, but I will try again for next year. I'm not giving up at all. And I can see all of the positive things that will come of this plan, I really can, but that doesn't mean I like it. For one thing, no school=paying off things, except for the part where I am SO DAMN BROKE. And another is that asking me to not do school is sort of like asking me not to breathe; school is and has been my life, my heartbeat, my rhythm. And I want it that way--I'm one of those freaks that actually likes school.
But if God can provide for the lilies of the field, He can provide for me. I'm holding on to that every day; at least He's given me some amazing friends. Several of my friends who are in the choir with me were just amazing help today when I was dealing with calling in that mirror to the police. My love and appreciation for them, should they ever come across this journal.
So, that's what's going on here. Sorry there aren't a whole lot of cheery things coming from me lately. I just trust from one day that there will be a next.
In that spirit, I will give you a cheery quiz because life can't completely suck or it wouldn't be worth it, right? Here. (herpdaddy, this is especially for you.)
You Are a Red Pen
You have an eagle eye for detail, and this often means you end up finding mistakes in people's work.
You may seem quick to criticize or correct, but you think accuracy and truth is important.
You like to be involved in every project. You feel like you put the polishing touch on things.
You would make a good editor, detective, or accountant. When facts matter, you're the person to call on.
What Office Supply Are You?
Truth. I actually wanted to be a copy editor for a while. Still sort of do.
Also, I got my last rejection letter of graduate schools yesterday. It is now official; I will not be attending grad school in the fall, but I will try again for next year. I'm not giving up at all. And I can see all of the positive things that will come of this plan, I really can, but that doesn't mean I like it. For one thing, no school=paying off things, except for the part where I am SO DAMN BROKE. And another is that asking me to not do school is sort of like asking me not to breathe; school is and has been my life, my heartbeat, my rhythm. And I want it that way--I'm one of those freaks that actually likes school.
But if God can provide for the lilies of the field, He can provide for me. I'm holding on to that every day; at least He's given me some amazing friends. Several of my friends who are in the choir with me were just amazing help today when I was dealing with calling in that mirror to the police. My love and appreciation for them, should they ever come across this journal.
So, that's what's going on here. Sorry there aren't a whole lot of cheery things coming from me lately. I just trust from one day that there will be a next.
In that spirit, I will give you a cheery quiz because life can't completely suck or it wouldn't be worth it, right? Here. (herpdaddy, this is especially for you.)
You Are a Red Pen
You have an eagle eye for detail, and this often means you end up finding mistakes in people's work.
You may seem quick to criticize or correct, but you think accuracy and truth is important.
You like to be involved in every project. You feel like you put the polishing touch on things.
You would make a good editor, detective, or accountant. When facts matter, you're the person to call on.
What Office Supply Are You?
Truth. I actually wanted to be a copy editor for a while. Still sort of do.