Here is a little post of joy. A rarity I know because when something is inspiring I usually go deep. This morning I am making pancakes. Which I have to go flip...
I'm back. These pancakes are being cooked on my own stove, in my own pans, in my own house. Yesterday I made some banana bread in my own oven, using my own Kitchen Aid, and my own ingredients. One sec...
OK! So I am baking again, cooking my own food. Last night was spaghetti with a red sauce (out of a jar, sadly) and grilled chicken. But the point is, I have a kitchen. A lot of you may not know that I love to cook and over the last, what 3 years, I have not have the opportunity to do so with out the head ache of using someone else's stuff. Got to go...
That was close. Don't get me wrong, I love cooking enough to do it anywhere. One of the best Mexican meals was in Germany at the Swope's. But it is really home when I have the run of my own kitchen. I can sleep anywhere; I don't need privacy; my stuff is unnecessary. But my kitchen. I need my kitchen. Last time...
Wonderful! The pancakes were really good.
This morning put a smile on my face. Standing in my own kitchen, cooking, knowing where everything was and belongs, it is a great feeling. Everyone needs to know that I am doing great. God is very good.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Friday, September 30, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
She will be odd
“Either she will be odd, or she will make herself the same as them.”
“I felt the same way about my kid going there, but between odd and the same, you got to be rooting for odd, don’t ya?”
One of the best lines from a movie full of great lines. A movie that portrays almost every emotion and human relationship I have ever experienced in my short, sheltered life and some that I still haven’t. One of the best movies I have seen in a very long time. A great movie despite starring Adam Sandler (Adam Sandler of Waterboy fame).
Spanglish is a great movie. If you haven’t seen it, go! Go now and rent it from Blockbuster. Then sit down and think about your life, the decisions you are making and will make, and decided what you want to be, what is going to define you, and what is important.
There are so many complex levels in this movie, you can’t even began to explain them. But if I was a movie critic, or maybe even a philosophy guru, I would start by explaining each relationship. I would look at the marriage, the parents and kids (all three of those relationships), the wife and the housekeeper, the husband and the housekeeper, the housekeeper and their kids, and all the smaller interactions, and with each of those, an entire picture, a complete idea of human life, of psychology, of world view and culture would present itself in vivid color and magnificent clarity. I would write a book and enlighten the world about itself. But I am neither of those things and so all of these musings are probably grossly obtuse and remarkably trite.
“She will be odd, or she will make herself the same as them.” Isn’t that the dilemma that we all face in this world? I was made unique. Someone up somewhere designed me in a way that is so different and so unique that I have no option other than those. How could I have missed that before today? Why is it that some other writer, some other person got that and it took this movie to make it a reality in my life? Movies really are becoming the art of our time. I am moved more by a good movie than almost anything else. Sadly, more moved by a movie than even the Word of God.
I was reading something just a few hours ago and the author was talking about believing the Bible as the Word of God. The start of studying it and therefore maturing and growing as a Christian (something that I would like to do, or at least say I would) begins with truly believing it is what it says it is. If you can’t do that then, stop the presses, everything else is inconsequential. What is the point of maturing and growing if all that maturity and growth is built on a false foundation? So I assume that I believe it, but the earlier mentioned writer’s test is extreme. He said that it isn’t a belief unless you are willing to stake your life on it. And I don’t think you can have something extreme like that just any day, maybe only once in what would then become a prematurely ended lifetime. I see a Catch 22, how about you?
This feeds into something else I read. CS Lewis, in A Grief Observed, said;
Circular! Circular is the reasoning I am back to. You can’t believe everything you read, but you can read something that is believable, I think. We could twist on this idea for another few hours, but that would make for a long post and I really want to get back to a previous thought, so let’s make one assumption, it is the Word of God.
Since I, which obviously includes you too, was made unique, there is the option to do nothing and be “odd”, or choose, make a conscience decision, to make oneself be same. So when it says, “do not be conformed” what it means is, do not make yourself conformed. But can I say that with any even remote certainty? Making the assumption that I am accurate, then it makes things a lot clearer. It makes the other places that say I am not of this world, and the ones that say I will be hated, more understandable.
If I don’t choose to make myself same, then the odd will be rejected, loathed, even hated. It always has been, from the first day of The Rebellion till now. So is that what I, we, want? Is anyone even making a bid for those answers? If you aren’t then nothing I just wrote makes since and why should it; why should the general musings to answer a question unasked make sense?
Everyone is thinking about being odd or being same though. It is a part of human nature to do so. The grander questions about someone or something else out there may escape our daily meanderings, but asking why you are the way you are and why no one understands you don’t. Everyone realizes at one time or another that they are different. We obviously look different, but there is a deeper difference. As much as we try to fit in and “make ourselves same,” we can’t because we can’t undue something that we didn’t do in the first place.
We are different because we where made that way and the sooner I accept that, the sooner I can embrace it and thrive. I hope you get what I am saying.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
“I felt the same way about my kid going there, but between odd and the same, you got to be rooting for odd, don’t ya?”
One of the best lines from a movie full of great lines. A movie that portrays almost every emotion and human relationship I have ever experienced in my short, sheltered life and some that I still haven’t. One of the best movies I have seen in a very long time. A great movie despite starring Adam Sandler (Adam Sandler of Waterboy fame).
Spanglish is a great movie. If you haven’t seen it, go! Go now and rent it from Blockbuster. Then sit down and think about your life, the decisions you are making and will make, and decided what you want to be, what is going to define you, and what is important.
There are so many complex levels in this movie, you can’t even began to explain them. But if I was a movie critic, or maybe even a philosophy guru, I would start by explaining each relationship. I would look at the marriage, the parents and kids (all three of those relationships), the wife and the housekeeper, the husband and the housekeeper, the housekeeper and their kids, and all the smaller interactions, and with each of those, an entire picture, a complete idea of human life, of psychology, of world view and culture would present itself in vivid color and magnificent clarity. I would write a book and enlighten the world about itself. But I am neither of those things and so all of these musings are probably grossly obtuse and remarkably trite.
“She will be odd, or she will make herself the same as them.” Isn’t that the dilemma that we all face in this world? I was made unique. Someone up somewhere designed me in a way that is so different and so unique that I have no option other than those. How could I have missed that before today? Why is it that some other writer, some other person got that and it took this movie to make it a reality in my life? Movies really are becoming the art of our time. I am moved more by a good movie than almost anything else. Sadly, more moved by a movie than even the Word of God.
I was reading something just a few hours ago and the author was talking about believing the Bible as the Word of God. The start of studying it and therefore maturing and growing as a Christian (something that I would like to do, or at least say I would) begins with truly believing it is what it says it is. If you can’t do that then, stop the presses, everything else is inconsequential. What is the point of maturing and growing if all that maturity and growth is built on a false foundation? So I assume that I believe it, but the earlier mentioned writer’s test is extreme. He said that it isn’t a belief unless you are willing to stake your life on it. And I don’t think you can have something extreme like that just any day, maybe only once in what would then become a prematurely ended lifetime. I see a Catch 22, how about you?
This feeds into something else I read. CS Lewis, in A Grief Observed, said;
“Apparently it’s like that. Your bid—for God or no God, for good God or the Cosmic Sadist, for eternal life or nonentity—will not be serious if nothing much is staked on it. And you will never discover how serious it was until the stakes are raised horribly high, until you find that you are playing not for counters or for sixpences but for every penny you have in the world. Nothing less will shake a man—or at any rate a man like me—out of his merely verbal thinking and his merely notional beliefs. He has to be knocked silly before he comes to his senses. Only torture will bring out theSo it is torture! Torture will bring about the belief that I think I desire. That sucks! Maybe Lewis is wrong, but I doubt it. I doubt it not because he is one smart cookie, but because I have read the same idea in different book, collection of books that is.
truth. Only under torture does he discover it himself.”
Circular! Circular is the reasoning I am back to. You can’t believe everything you read, but you can read something that is believable, I think. We could twist on this idea for another few hours, but that would make for a long post and I really want to get back to a previous thought, so let’s make one assumption, it is the Word of God.
Since I, which obviously includes you too, was made unique, there is the option to do nothing and be “odd”, or choose, make a conscience decision, to make oneself be same. So when it says, “do not be conformed” what it means is, do not make yourself conformed. But can I say that with any even remote certainty? Making the assumption that I am accurate, then it makes things a lot clearer. It makes the other places that say I am not of this world, and the ones that say I will be hated, more understandable.
If I don’t choose to make myself same, then the odd will be rejected, loathed, even hated. It always has been, from the first day of The Rebellion till now. So is that what I, we, want? Is anyone even making a bid for those answers? If you aren’t then nothing I just wrote makes since and why should it; why should the general musings to answer a question unasked make sense?
Everyone is thinking about being odd or being same though. It is a part of human nature to do so. The grander questions about someone or something else out there may escape our daily meanderings, but asking why you are the way you are and why no one understands you don’t. Everyone realizes at one time or another that they are different. We obviously look different, but there is a deeper difference. As much as we try to fit in and “make ourselves same,” we can’t because we can’t undue something that we didn’t do in the first place.
We are different because we where made that way and the sooner I accept that, the sooner I can embrace it and thrive. I hope you get what I am saying.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Look at that!
Left, Right, Left, Rig… What is that? Wow, look at that formation! The way the flowers combine to protect each other. Isn’t God amazing? Left, right, left... Another one, and another, there is a bunch of the flowers. And look at the rocks here, God is so strong He can pile up these rocks; what, that has got to be at least 13 inches high. The other day I saw this incredibly powerful trickle of water too, what can’t He do? Isn’t our God awesome?
The other day, Tim, Alex and I went up to The Enchantments in the Washington Cascade mountain range. On the second day, we scrambled up Little Annapurna. It was a quick two hour hike, and the view was magnificent. On the way up, Tim decided not to look up until we reached the top. He stared at his feet and narrow view to his front the whole way up. He wanted to experience and take in the entire thing at once, be utterly surprised. We knew that the view was going to be great. From the bottom you caught a glimpse of what was next. Little A has a gradual slope on its north face, very easy to walk up. But the south slope is shear cliff, jagged, jutting rocks and immense drop-offs. Quite an impressive sight had with relatively little effort.
Part way up Tim made a comment that I am still thinking about today. He said that our view of God is like this. We are staring at the three feet in front of us and that is our impression of God. He has revealed a whole world for us to see, but we are happy, actually euphoric, just looking straight down. What is up with that?
Ironically, Justin Weeks used a comment two weeks ago that is fitting here.
"Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us. We are far too easily pleased." - C.S. Lewis
Justin and Lewis were talking about the substitutes we are satisfied with, the things other than God that fill our days and bring temporal “joy.” But we are also “far too easily pleased” with our finite image of God Himself. We settle for this image of God as something that could exist on this small planet. We package this god very nicely and handle him at our convenience. Granted that is only reality. This finite mind can not comprehend the infinite Creator of the universe.
I wish I had taken a picture of Tim’s face when he finally looked up from the top of the mountain. Tim is prone to grand explosions of joy and he does take great pleasure in some of God’s most basic and wonderful creations. Last week was nothing less than a continual outpouring of that most child- like attribute which is only preceded by revelation. His face at the top was the best of them all because the anticipation, the waiting, the perseverance and the steadfast determination to experience something that big brought it about.
What would it be like if we could have that sort of experience with God? Everyday He makes new revelations most of which are either missed or ignored. But what if, what if we could look up from the small world inches from our noses and see the vastness and the greatness that is God? I don’t think you could stay the same, and you certainly wouldn’t ever look down again.
So why don’t we look up? What are we afraid of? That is just it, we are afraid of what we haven’t experienced because we haven’t looked up yet. One excuse that I have heard is that knowing God will force me to stop all the things I am doing today. How can I give up my friends or habits, my girlfriend or even wife, my job, security, home, or life, those things are all that I have and I just am not that much of a gambling man to trust that some ubiquitous God is going to see me and be there. I would HAVE TO give up sex with my girlfriend, the porn I look at, and the nights out on the town. Who wants to be a monk? That isn’t satisfying.
You know what I say? You are wrong but you don’t get it. You won’t HAVE TO give up anything! But what do I know? Not much. To bad you won’t even give Him a try because deep down, you are just…
It is tomorrow.
Jason
The other day, Tim, Alex and I went up to The Enchantments in the Washington Cascade mountain range. On the second day, we scrambled up Little Annapurna. It was a quick two hour hike, and the view was magnificent. On the way up, Tim decided not to look up until we reached the top. He stared at his feet and narrow view to his front the whole way up. He wanted to experience and take in the entire thing at once, be utterly surprised. We knew that the view was going to be great. From the bottom you caught a glimpse of what was next. Little A has a gradual slope on its north face, very easy to walk up. But the south slope is shear cliff, jagged, jutting rocks and immense drop-offs. Quite an impressive sight had with relatively little effort.
Part way up Tim made a comment that I am still thinking about today. He said that our view of God is like this. We are staring at the three feet in front of us and that is our impression of God. He has revealed a whole world for us to see, but we are happy, actually euphoric, just looking straight down. What is up with that?
Ironically, Justin Weeks used a comment two weeks ago that is fitting here.
"Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us. We are far too easily pleased." - C.S. Lewis
Justin and Lewis were talking about the substitutes we are satisfied with, the things other than God that fill our days and bring temporal “joy.” But we are also “far too easily pleased” with our finite image of God Himself. We settle for this image of God as something that could exist on this small planet. We package this god very nicely and handle him at our convenience. Granted that is only reality. This finite mind can not comprehend the infinite Creator of the universe.
I wish I had taken a picture of Tim’s face when he finally looked up from the top of the mountain. Tim is prone to grand explosions of joy and he does take great pleasure in some of God’s most basic and wonderful creations. Last week was nothing less than a continual outpouring of that most child- like attribute which is only preceded by revelation. His face at the top was the best of them all because the anticipation, the waiting, the perseverance and the steadfast determination to experience something that big brought it about.
What would it be like if we could have that sort of experience with God? Everyday He makes new revelations most of which are either missed or ignored. But what if, what if we could look up from the small world inches from our noses and see the vastness and the greatness that is God? I don’t think you could stay the same, and you certainly wouldn’t ever look down again.
So why don’t we look up? What are we afraid of? That is just it, we are afraid of what we haven’t experienced because we haven’t looked up yet. One excuse that I have heard is that knowing God will force me to stop all the things I am doing today. How can I give up my friends or habits, my girlfriend or even wife, my job, security, home, or life, those things are all that I have and I just am not that much of a gambling man to trust that some ubiquitous God is going to see me and be there. I would HAVE TO give up sex with my girlfriend, the porn I look at, and the nights out on the town. Who wants to be a monk? That isn’t satisfying.
You know what I say? You are wrong but you don’t get it. You won’t HAVE TO give up anything! But what do I know? Not much. To bad you won’t even give Him a try because deep down, you are just…
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Sunday, September 18, 2005
New pics on website
Hey everyone,
I am posting some new pics on my website. There are new pics in Croatia, Greece, and Germany.
Enjoy
I am posting some new pics on my website. There are new pics in Croatia, Greece, and Germany.
Enjoy
Saturday, September 10, 2005
“And you’re the only one who knows”
“And So It Goes” was playing on the radio yesterday. It wasn’t the Billy Joel original version. A young jazz singer, whose name eludes me, was performing a cover of it. At first when the tune started, I didn’t recognize it. Introducing the song, the singer said the name quickly and all I caught was “Billy Joel.” A few lines into it, though, I was in the mood, singing along and reminiscing.
Billy Joel used to be my favorite artist. It was in High School that I first started enjoying his sound. Barry Kral introduced us. Sometime during my junior or senior year, Billy was on his River of Dreams tour and a whole group of friends from my class went together for his concert in the Orlando Magic Arena. My parents even joined us and I thought that was the weirdest thing because I didn’t know my parents even knew what music was, at least knew about music that didn’t put you to sleep.
I had all of Billy’s albums. Glass Houses, Turnstiles, 52nd Street are some of my favorite. It was interesting because before I became a fan, I had heard some of his songs, Only the Good Die Young, Piano Man, We didn’t Start the Fire, but I hadn’t associated those songs with him. Years after growing in my appreciation, I would discover a new song of his that I had heard before, but never knew it was his.
What I am trying to say is yesterday was quite a flashback; flashback and flashback. Thinking back to the great time that my High School was, and thinking back more recently to some romantic relationships. Have you ever heard of the “drunken birthday call?” I can’t explain it from personal experience, but it has been described to me in this way. A man of any age and relational status is thoroughly hammered on the anniversary of the day of his birth. If not looked after, those men have been known to call women of their past. In their uninhibited state, they spout out all sorts of nonsensical idioms about: how their heart was broken, how they would give her a second chance, how they want them back in their life, how they hate them and wish they were dead, no I don’t mean that, I really love you, how the world just isn’t right without them in their life. You get the picture. As previously stated, I have no first had knowledge of any of this, but I can see how it could occur.
If you don’t know the tune, “And So It Goes” is a love song spawned from a recent love lost. Lines like, “If my silence made you leave, then that would be my worst mistake, so I will share this room with you and you can have this heart to break..” make it clear the emotions that set it into play. The room mentioned above comes from the first line, “In every heart there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong, to heal the wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along.” For me, a love song of that nature brings back longings of “lovers past.” (I am not using advanced calculus to come up with my interpretations.) The words flow into my mind and come out the other end as a conversation with whatever “past”. If intoxicate at the time, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to make the call.
Why is that? What is it about men that cause these emotional releases at such random and distant times? My guess is part nurture and part nature. A man is raised to be strong, emotionless, dependable; stalwart in the face of adversity. The world promotes men of this type. Nature has seen us succeeding or failing at critical times and somewhere in our design we have adapted to that calling. The poor head of FEMA is a perfect example of a man, in my opinion, that was overwhelmed even before the recent tragedy; it just brought reality to a head. So he will go away and a capable replacement will be devoured. Men by their very nature are strengthened in times of trial.
So then what is with the obvious weaklings that make those calls? Those men are everyone. Those men have thought the same as every other man, only they are the unfortunate ones who express it. You can blame the circumstances, but truth is truth. It is The Truth. Inside every man is a mix of emotions dying to come out, but over the years and training, those emotions are repressed to the point of essential non-existence.
I love the quote, “Never grow so strong that your heart can not be moved!”
It is tomorrow.
Jason
PS: I found all the lyrics, just in case you wanted to know them all.
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
Billy Joel used to be my favorite artist. It was in High School that I first started enjoying his sound. Barry Kral introduced us. Sometime during my junior or senior year, Billy was on his River of Dreams tour and a whole group of friends from my class went together for his concert in the Orlando Magic Arena. My parents even joined us and I thought that was the weirdest thing because I didn’t know my parents even knew what music was, at least knew about music that didn’t put you to sleep.
I had all of Billy’s albums. Glass Houses, Turnstiles, 52nd Street are some of my favorite. It was interesting because before I became a fan, I had heard some of his songs, Only the Good Die Young, Piano Man, We didn’t Start the Fire, but I hadn’t associated those songs with him. Years after growing in my appreciation, I would discover a new song of his that I had heard before, but never knew it was his.
What I am trying to say is yesterday was quite a flashback; flashback and flashback. Thinking back to the great time that my High School was, and thinking back more recently to some romantic relationships. Have you ever heard of the “drunken birthday call?” I can’t explain it from personal experience, but it has been described to me in this way. A man of any age and relational status is thoroughly hammered on the anniversary of the day of his birth. If not looked after, those men have been known to call women of their past. In their uninhibited state, they spout out all sorts of nonsensical idioms about: how their heart was broken, how they would give her a second chance, how they want them back in their life, how they hate them and wish they were dead, no I don’t mean that, I really love you, how the world just isn’t right without them in their life. You get the picture. As previously stated, I have no first had knowledge of any of this, but I can see how it could occur.
If you don’t know the tune, “And So It Goes” is a love song spawned from a recent love lost. Lines like, “If my silence made you leave, then that would be my worst mistake, so I will share this room with you and you can have this heart to break..” make it clear the emotions that set it into play. The room mentioned above comes from the first line, “In every heart there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong, to heal the wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along.” For me, a love song of that nature brings back longings of “lovers past.” (I am not using advanced calculus to come up with my interpretations.) The words flow into my mind and come out the other end as a conversation with whatever “past”. If intoxicate at the time, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to make the call.
Why is that? What is it about men that cause these emotional releases at such random and distant times? My guess is part nurture and part nature. A man is raised to be strong, emotionless, dependable; stalwart in the face of adversity. The world promotes men of this type. Nature has seen us succeeding or failing at critical times and somewhere in our design we have adapted to that calling. The poor head of FEMA is a perfect example of a man, in my opinion, that was overwhelmed even before the recent tragedy; it just brought reality to a head. So he will go away and a capable replacement will be devoured. Men by their very nature are strengthened in times of trial.
So then what is with the obvious weaklings that make those calls? Those men are everyone. Those men have thought the same as every other man, only they are the unfortunate ones who express it. You can blame the circumstances, but truth is truth. It is The Truth. Inside every man is a mix of emotions dying to come out, but over the years and training, those emotions are repressed to the point of essential non-existence.
I love the quote, “Never grow so strong that your heart can not be moved!”
It is tomorrow.
Jason
PS: I found all the lyrics, just in case you wanted to know them all.
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
Under the sun
A quick word as I have returned from Mailbu. First, it is amazing. Beautiful, magnificent, amazing. Second, Young Life and the greater Seattle Region are amazing. There is so much to talk about and process that I just wanted to say those two things. Nothing more.
Coming soon, with permission, will be a new "What I am reading" links section. I am stealing it from Justin Weeks because I am not afraid to copy good ideas. A slave to originality I am not, especially since reading Ecclesiastes and one of the obvious themes being that there is nothing new under the sun.
Enjoy the day.
Jason
Coming soon, with permission, will be a new "What I am reading" links section. I am stealing it from Justin Weeks because I am not afraid to copy good ideas. A slave to originality I am not, especially since reading Ecclesiastes and one of the obvious themes being that there is nothing new under the sun.
Enjoy the day.
Jason
Thursday, September 1, 2005
Jared's fault!!
I just spent the better part of five hours playing on the computer with my younger brother. Not a good start to September. Well, spending time with Jared was good (he is home bound because of the Appendix they just removed from his stomach), but September needs to be for something else. It is my desire that I pen an autobiography of sorts. I have been thinking about it for the past few weeks, but nothing has made it to the page. The biggest problem is that I imagine it as this huge task, something that will take weeks, if not months, and so I get all caught up in thinking about how much work it will be that I end up doing nothing and getting no closer to finishing it.
It also doesn't help that I have scheduled so much stuff into this month. I leave for Canada in the morning, butt stinking early morning; I got to be in Bellevue at 0400. Ugh! That is about six hours earlier than I am used to rising. But I am not complaining, this weekend is the Young Life leadership weekend so I will be meeting a bunch of YLers and hopefully getting connected with a school or area.
After that, next week is sort of open, but then there is drill (suck) and then camping, then traveling to Georgia to see the rents and bro. I get back on the 21st, only to start class on the 22nd. At some point, I need to think about work and then prepare for the two week, cross country, 5000 mile drive I will be taking to CA, AZ, TX, CO, WY, MT and home.
Busy life! On the go! Probably not good! When will things settle? Not until I decide I want them to be that way. Which I am coming around to the idea of. I have almost accepted the lot that I will be getting a full-time job and not just a temporary one. This will be my first fulltime job, not including the Army, in over five years. That is a long time if anyone didn't already know it.
Well, I got to get running. No literally, I am going for a run. I have only sat on my butt this whole day so I need to do something.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
It also doesn't help that I have scheduled so much stuff into this month. I leave for Canada in the morning, butt stinking early morning; I got to be in Bellevue at 0400. Ugh! That is about six hours earlier than I am used to rising. But I am not complaining, this weekend is the Young Life leadership weekend so I will be meeting a bunch of YLers and hopefully getting connected with a school or area.
After that, next week is sort of open, but then there is drill (suck) and then camping, then traveling to Georgia to see the rents and bro. I get back on the 21st, only to start class on the 22nd. At some point, I need to think about work and then prepare for the two week, cross country, 5000 mile drive I will be taking to CA, AZ, TX, CO, WY, MT and home.
Busy life! On the go! Probably not good! When will things settle? Not until I decide I want them to be that way. Which I am coming around to the idea of. I have almost accepted the lot that I will be getting a full-time job and not just a temporary one. This will be my first fulltime job, not including the Army, in over five years. That is a long time if anyone didn't already know it.
Well, I got to get running. No literally, I am going for a run. I have only sat on my butt this whole day so I need to do something.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
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