Tues, Jan. 21
... Can't buy me love
So last night, instead of going for coffee with
Owen,
Laurel and I ended up going to his house for supper. Homemade potato soup and this really yummy homemade Mediterranean bread. Mmmmm... It was definitely fun.
I've been sitting here with this window open for half an hour, writing absolutely nothing. I've started about sixteen different sentences, realized that they weren't going anywhere, and deleted them. I don't want to write an "about my day" entry; I want to write something meaningful. Something worth reading. Something that will challenge me as I write it, and challenge someone else while they read it. Something that will be encouraging, witty, fun, and real, all at the same time.
Unfortunately, my brain isn't going in those directions right now. It's sitting still, trying to relax in a big easy chair, and it's getting mad at me for trying to take it to the gym and make it exercise. It wants to be just as lazy as I do.
I'm going to go now. Laurel's coming over in a few minutes, and I really do have work I need to be doing. Scripts I need to memorize. Books I need to sign out of the library. Costume charts I need to make for Our Town. Lunch I need to make. A shower I need to take. Textbooks I need to read. A novel I need to edit. And not necessarily all in that order, either. It just all needs to be done. And I'm excited for about half of it.
One year ago today: Why does everything seem like it has to hit all at once? I can't do anything to stop it, and I feel so incredibly helpless. It all of a sudden makes all my issues with relationships and job and school and whatever else seem so insignificant. But whatever little bit I can do to help will be huge. Maybe... just maybe... this is all part of God's plan, and the part that I can play in it is something that he knew long before I did.
infinite || abyss
posted at 10:54 a.m.
