I apologize for the brief lapse in posting, but I have two words that will explain the whole thing: term paper. And now that the beast has been tamed and surrendered to the professor, I will resume my normal posting habits.
But speaking of beasts, here come the holidays. That dreaded time when every responsible adult plays with the question, “To eat, or not to eat?” Eating is one of those rare delights that each person experiences differently. I remember someone preaching a sermon several years ago about the verse, “O taste and see that the Lord is good.” (Psalm 34:8) The preacher said that tasting is a personal experience; what tastes good to one person does not necessarily taste good to everyone else.
I had more to say on the subject, but I lost my train of thought when my sister walked in. I would make a terrible writer and mother. I think I could do one or the other, but never both at the same time. My writing would probably suffer more, since I don’t think I could lock my children in a closet until my writer’s block gave way. That would be a nightmare. And for the kids, too.
I’m just so spacey sometimes. You know, like when you get up and walk across the room… then promptly forget why you did. And you stand there for a good 20-30 seconds, trying as hard as you can to remember why you came over here. Then you see something else you need to do, so you do that, then go back and sit down for another 2-3 minutes before you realize that you need to get up again because you didn’t finish what you had gotten up to do in the first place. It makes it very difficult to have a productive day. Now what was I talking about anyway? Oh yeah. Food and holidays.
Well, since I can’t really remember why I was talking about it in the first place, and I can’t think of any great pearls of wisdom to give you for the Christmas season, I should probably quit wasting everyone’s time and send you all off with Christmas wishes for a safe and happy holiday season. And don’t eat too much. Wait a minute, that’s it! That was what I was going to say! I was planning on saying it a little more poetically, but as long as the message gets across, I guess it really doesn’t matter.
So there you have it. Merry Christmas, and don’t eat too much.
I like test days; you get out of class early. It’s the day before the test that I hate. You spend all day trying to cram as much information into your brain as possible. And the worst thing is, even if you study way in advance, you still have to study again right before the test. That’s why I don’t study in advance. Waste of time.
I never could understand teachers. They’re always trying to teach you a lesson. I mean, I know that’s their job, but sometimes they just go over the top, trying to “train” you the way they want. The problem is that every teacher has a different style, and most of them are 100% convinced that their own teaching style is the most effective. When you have 5 or 6 different people trying to train you at the same time, it gets confusing. And frustrating.
There is, however, a handful of teachers to whom I am forever indebted. My mom being the first and foremost, since she homeschooled me all the way through high school and in doing so, undoubtedly, saved the lives and sanity of many elementary school teachers across America. But in addition to her, there are a few teachers that I absolutely love. Like the ones that are excited about what they do, but they also understand that you hate class. They’re not under any misconceptions that you took this class because writing term papers thrills your very being. They understand. Or the ones that will accept late work because you explain that you were sick, instead of giving you the evil eye and demanding a doctor’s note for every sniffle. I mean, come on! Everybody gets sick! And sometimes, you’re too sick to get out of bed and drag yourself over to the doctor’s office where they tell you that they’re closed for the day, so come back tomorrow.
…And sometimes, I just don’t understand cranky receptionists…
I’ve realized that I go through stages of trying to be really healthy for awhile… and then… not. Over the past few weeks, I’ve worked hard to eat as many fruits and vegetables as possible (which is no small task for a college student), but as I sit here, eating nothing but sugar and carbs, I realize that I haven’t eaten anything really healthy in quite a few days now. But it’s also occurred to me that there’s just one thing that’s more important about eating than simply making healthy choices.
And I’m not just talking about the “If-you’re-stranded-on-a-desert-island” scenario (which, let’s be honest, is just absurd anyway– how many people do you know have been stranded on a desert island?). I’m talking about sanity. If you aren’t enjoying what you eat, then why on earth would you torture yourself like that for the rest of your life? I’m all for maintaining a healthy weight and doing your best to have a well-rounded diet, but there’s no sense in persecuting yourself just for the sake of principle. Sometimes a break from the norm is a good thing– or even a necessary thing. So do your best, but don’t die. After all, if you’re messing up, at least it means you’re still alive. Only computers have perfect track records. Well, and boring people.
There, now I can feel better about finishing this donut.
Okay, well, getting up at the crack of dawn to go for a run didn’t exactly work. When my alarm went off at 7am, I took one look at my phone, heard the wind howling outside, and gave up right there. Might as well give up sooner rather than later. That’s been one of my mottos for the past… 22 years actually. Sad. You know what? That motto needs to go. No wonder I never get anything done! I’ve got to get rid of some of my old mottos.
“Might as well give up now, so I can at least enjoy some time being lazy.”
“Tomorrow is a fresh new start. So I’ll start everything tomorrow.”
“You can still eat that off the floor. It builds the immune system.”
Well actually, I kind of like that last one. Let’s not be too ambitious in throwing everything out! But seriously, I need to find an effective way to get up in the morning. I hate mornings. In fact, I hate waking up. Even if I just fell asleep on the couch for ten minutes, whoever wakes me up has to deal with Mr. Grinch for the rest of the day.
Mornings are horrible because that means I’ve got alot to do, and it’ll be a long time until playtime. If I had something I was excited to do in the mornings, I would get up. If there was something that I just didn’t want to miss, then I would make every effort to catch it in time. Trouble is, I can’t think of anything I like better than sleeping in. And most of the fun things I like to do, I do better at night anyway because I’m awake then.
Hm. I’ll have to sleep on this one.
5 minutes to midnight.
This is it. This is the year.
I’m tired of messing things up and having to start over. I’m tired of waiting around for something good to happen. This is the year I make it happen, messes or no messes. I’ve still got 5 minutes left on my 22nd birthday, and this is the year I’m going to make history. I’ve got a bunch of stuff I wanna do before I die, and I plan to do it all in the 22nd year. I guess you could argue that I’ve got my whole life ahead of me to do great things, but if I sit back and think, “I’ve got my whole life to do this stuff,” then I’ll never get around to doing it. So I plan to do it all in the 22nd year. After that, I don’t care. Maybe I’ll get so motivated that I start making new lists. Maybe I’ll learn some good lessons to apply to life. Maybe I’ll feel like I’ve accomplished enough and just sit around for the rest of my life. Maybe I’ll die soon afterward, but at least I’ll have lived the 22nd year to its fullest.
So are you ready? Here’s the list:
- Graduate from college and get a job.
- Travel to at least 3 new places.
- Become fluent in another language.
- Run a 5k.
- Become really good at some kind of dancing or some kind of sport.
- Memorize all the Bible verses in the Topical Memory System.
- Finish my quilt of knitted squares.
- Do everything within my power to encourage people to develop their relationship with the living God.
There you have it. I was super tempted to put, “Find Mr. Right,” on there, but I don’t know if God even has one for me. (But that’s another blog for another day.) So Lord, I’m handing this year over to You. It’s now officially Your year. Use it for Your glory.