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I don't really know what to say here.
Blogging is a luxury I don't have as much time to indulge in.
I thought I was a writer, I thought I was an observer of human-kind, a philosopher, a poet. I thought I would give up eating and sleeping before I gave up writing, but all of a sudden a beautiful love story has come into my life, and I'm the object, I'm the character, I'm the bride. All of a sudden, it's more fun to live, than to write about life (and that's quite an amazing thing, because I LOVE writing about life).
I feel strange. I've been a writer all my life, and now I'm turning into a liver. I still want to be a writer though...I'm loving where I'm at, but missing where I was. Such a strange, strange location I find myself in.
Things take time, writing takes time, being with Fernando takes time, making music takes time, being with the Lord takes time, planing a wedding takes time, investing in my family in these last days that I'll be living with them as a Pino takes time, and of course, WORK takes time (far too much time if you ask me) - and 24 hours is all I've got.
The Lord is my first priority - spending time with him is non-negotiable.
Fernando is second - food, water, sleep, other friends, planning the wedding - EVERYTHING ELSE gets pushed aside for him.
My Family is my third - although recently, work and planning the wedding have been jumping above them...I don't know what to do, I feel obligated to both work and planning the wedding, I mean, the invitations go out this week, people are coming, they're expecting a wedding...so I kind of have to get that done...and work, well, work is work - what can you do?
So anyways, this is the way I spend my 24 hours - God, Fernando, Work, Wedding Planning, Family, Church.
I'm up at 5 and down at 12 (last night at 2)
There's no stopping, there's no rest. I love it...but I can feel it wearing on me.
64 days can not come soon enough!!!
Blogging is a luxury I don't have as much time to indulge in.
I thought I was a writer, I thought I was an observer of human-kind, a philosopher, a poet. I thought I would give up eating and sleeping before I gave up writing, but all of a sudden a beautiful love story has come into my life, and I'm the object, I'm the character, I'm the bride. All of a sudden, it's more fun to live, than to write about life (and that's quite an amazing thing, because I LOVE writing about life).
I feel strange. I've been a writer all my life, and now I'm turning into a liver. I still want to be a writer though...I'm loving where I'm at, but missing where I was. Such a strange, strange location I find myself in.
Things take time, writing takes time, being with Fernando takes time, making music takes time, being with the Lord takes time, planing a wedding takes time, investing in my family in these last days that I'll be living with them as a Pino takes time, and of course, WORK takes time (far too much time if you ask me) - and 24 hours is all I've got.
The Lord is my first priority - spending time with him is non-negotiable.
Fernando is second - food, water, sleep, other friends, planning the wedding - EVERYTHING ELSE gets pushed aside for him.
My Family is my third - although recently, work and planning the wedding have been jumping above them...I don't know what to do, I feel obligated to both work and planning the wedding, I mean, the invitations go out this week, people are coming, they're expecting a wedding...so I kind of have to get that done...and work, well, work is work - what can you do?
So anyways, this is the way I spend my 24 hours - God, Fernando, Work, Wedding Planning, Family, Church.
I'm up at 5 and down at 12 (last night at 2)
There's no stopping, there's no rest. I love it...but I can feel it wearing on me.
64 days can not come soon enough!!!