50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind: 18

I went a little bit out of order because, in all honesty I'm in a strange mood tonight. Actually it's not too strange at all because I find myself feeling this way very often. Sort of a romantic, very emotional, but also melancholy feeling. I don't feel like going further into it but I wanted to find a question whose answer I felt like answering. So number 18 it is.

18.Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?

Yes. In fact I am. I know I'm holding onto something that's a very big deal (and a lot of other little things that someday might become big deals if they're not dealt with). This thing that I'm holding onto that I know is a big deal though, I don't know exactly what it is. I know I need to let go, but I don't know of what. But I guess here's where I need to let go of my every possible mental projection of the future and trust God with every option. Maybe someday He will make it clear what I need to let go of but one thing I know is that He is asking me to hold onto Him now and forever. And He has promised to hold onto me too. Ahh. What a relief because I don't like letting go. But when it's to be able to hold something I know is better, I think I can bear it.

We Meet Again

Well, to say that it feels weird to be here again is an understatement. This is a little emotional for me and I'll try to explain why. Firstly, it's been a while since the last time I wrote here. When I typed the address into the search bar, I was actually surprised that a 404 page didn't show up and that, instead, I saw a familiar title and design come up on the screen. There it was - my own writing, published on a web page I undoubtedly spent hours adjusting and tweaking until it was just right, down to the blue and green squares I painted by hand, scanned into a computer and digitized the old fashioned way with....wait for it.....*Microsoft Paint*. Illustrator? Pshht. Who needs that when you've got the grandmother of graphic design tools for FREE on your receptionist job work computer? (sarcasm, of course. Adobe, baby, I love you.) But even the details and designs of this page speak to the reason why this is emotional for me. All of the things about this blog that ...

Seasons: The Future

So about the future. I obviously don't know it so it makes sense that this one might be a little shorter (or longer-it could logically go either way, I just went with shorter). There are litterally (at least) a hundred different ways it could go. After the internship I'm doing, I might stay on there. Or I might come back here. If I come back here I could work, go away to college, take classes from home, live with my parents, move out with some friends, get some kind of certification and work a more specific job, come back to the office job I have now, etc. Or I could move to CA and live with some family and find a job with some distant cousins. Or I could move to some other random state and adventure there. The list of possibilities goes on and on. What sounds best to me right now is to do one of the aforementioned options that have to do with moving back here but we really will see won't we.

A Tribute

It's late. I probably shouldn't be up right now cause I plan on being up somewhat early tomorrow. But there's a lot of things in life that "shouldn't be". This is (by far) not the worst among them. There's something on my heart. I'll try to get it formed into a blog post quickly for the sake of time. It's something I've never thought of blogging about; it has (thus far) been something I kept sort of hidden and pondered in my heart. But for some reason, it's nagging at me to be written down, to be shared. Almost as if I have realized that this thing deserves to have a work of literary art in it's honor as a tribute to what it means to me. So I will make one for it. This thing is a truth. A story, sort of. A very short story. My parents have told it to me (or reminded me more or less) a few times over the course of my life but it's one of those things that have expansive impact even though you've had minimal encount...

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