The Problems Are...
When I get home everyday, I don't know what I am going to eat. I need someone to tell me what I am going to eat each evening.
Each morning, I say that I don't know what I am going to eat when the Burger King woman asks me what I want, but then I end up saying "Number 1 with orange juice."
I alternate every 30 minutes (while at school) between "I don't ever want to do this again. After this school year, I am done" and "This is alright. I can do this. I want to do this. It's important, and enjoyable, actually." (All of this is backed up with some sort of theology based support, such as "This isn't my calling. I know that I am outside of God's will" or "Lord, as long as I am doing everything I do as service to you, I know that you will give me the grace and favor I need to thrive in this, and be operating in peace.")
Now that I don't really have time for LIVEJOURNAL, I spend more time on it.
Each morning, I say that I don't know what I am going to eat when the Burger King woman asks me what I want, but then I end up saying "Number 1 with orange juice."
I alternate every 30 minutes (while at school) between "I don't ever want to do this again. After this school year, I am done" and "This is alright. I can do this. I want to do this. It's important, and enjoyable, actually." (All of this is backed up with some sort of theology based support, such as "This isn't my calling. I know that I am outside of God's will" or "Lord, as long as I am doing everything I do as service to you, I know that you will give me the grace and favor I need to thrive in this, and be operating in peace.")
Now that I don't really have time for LIVEJOURNAL, I spend more time on it.