So I’ve been hassled repeatedly that I don’t write enough. Apparently the readership wants some consistency. That means I’ll have to write whether I think its interesting or happy. Without inspiration, you get my inner thoughts, sorry.
I’m in a funk. I’ve got that serious feeling like all I can do is complain, that the grass REALLY is greener on the other side, that I just want to get out. I remember the last time this happened.
October of 2007. Graduation was quickly approaching, and that illusion of grown up life was looming. I went to Texas for the interview that echoed through my mind. Next came the job offer that gave me an escape from monotony, from boredom, from all the familiarity that felt so weirdly oppressive. Hastily, I made the decision to do something that I knew should have required more thought and prayer.
But, interestingly the decision whipped me out of my funk. Just knowing that change was on the horizon completely changed my attitude. I didn’t know if it would be better or worse, I just wanted it to be different.
I’ve been warned about my prayer for change – God, please make it different. It can be worse or better, but please put some bumps in my road.
Life can either be accepted or changed. If it is not accepted, it must be changed. If it cannot be changed, then it must be accepted.
