Some scattered thinking does me good.....
I am a very fickle creature. Wishy-washy. Indecisive. Confused. Scatter-brained. You know two things contribute to my being disoriented continualy. They are two simple categories: thoughts and emotions.
I grow weary of my naivety. I am constantly weighed down by this persistent realization of myself as a novice.
I think right today is one of those days to step outside of thoughts related to the present or future, and get a taste of nostalgia.
My childhood was great. I come from a very poor family. I have a loving father, and a loving mother. We rarely raised our voices. I mean almost never. Which when it did happen, it was all the more devastating and emotionally destructive. I mean we did have our fights and all, but everyone does. I am grateful for the fact that we were poor now, but it took a while to realize that this was a blessing. It taught me to value things a certain way. A way that I wish most politicians could see things.
I have a brother that is twenty-two months younger than me. I love him, and I'd do anything for him. He is my ONLY brother, and yet his high school friends are more important to him than his family I believe.
My parents both graduated from Freede-Hardeman. My mother had a Bachelor's in Social Work, and my father had a Bachelor's degree in both Social Work AND Bible. I was never a great student. Except for my eightth grade year when all I knew of the world was riding the bus, doing schoolwork, going to church, and going home.
My best high school memories mainly have to do with either choir or being mascot. So many faces flood my mind. Friends that helped me through the hard times I had. Teachers that taught me much more than intended. The love I once had....
I think that's enough of a walk down memory lane for today. I am not as articulate as i want to be. I can't express fully the range of my thoughts in this blog or in any way ever!
I want to be more.
I grow weary of my naivety. I am constantly weighed down by this persistent realization of myself as a novice.
I think right today is one of those days to step outside of thoughts related to the present or future, and get a taste of nostalgia.
My childhood was great. I come from a very poor family. I have a loving father, and a loving mother. We rarely raised our voices. I mean almost never. Which when it did happen, it was all the more devastating and emotionally destructive. I mean we did have our fights and all, but everyone does. I am grateful for the fact that we were poor now, but it took a while to realize that this was a blessing. It taught me to value things a certain way. A way that I wish most politicians could see things.
I have a brother that is twenty-two months younger than me. I love him, and I'd do anything for him. He is my ONLY brother, and yet his high school friends are more important to him than his family I believe.
My parents both graduated from Freede-Hardeman. My mother had a Bachelor's in Social Work, and my father had a Bachelor's degree in both Social Work AND Bible. I was never a great student. Except for my eightth grade year when all I knew of the world was riding the bus, doing schoolwork, going to church, and going home.
My best high school memories mainly have to do with either choir or being mascot. So many faces flood my mind. Friends that helped me through the hard times I had. Teachers that taught me much more than intended. The love I once had....
I think that's enough of a walk down memory lane for today. I am not as articulate as i want to be. I can't express fully the range of my thoughts in this blog or in any way ever!
I want to be more.