It just occurred to me that this is my first entry in months. I meant to blog a lot, honest I did. Right around Christmas I had something deep and wondrous to write about, about the faces in my church's old sanctuary, and about how another forced candle-lit service was suddenly special to me, a Christmas miracle in my heart.
I was going to write about how I missed Towson, that place I hated so much. I was going to write about how the ultimate team is doing, how great the guys are, how perfect it is to play my favorite sport day in and day out with some ofmy favorite people. There's a lot new in the family to write about too. Both Nelly and Daniel are at Messiah now with me. I can't think of
anything better than having my siblings so close.
I planned on reflecting on the New Year, and the New Year's party, and new friends, some new stories.
But I've been restless. Mike and Sarah got me a book for Christmas, an illustrated book from Starbucks, where they work. It is about a boy named Charlie. He has everything, but something's not quite right. So he packs up all of his time into a suitcase and travels the world. He sees the world, learns new things, changes his life. But he can never find something that he wants to spend his time on. At the end of the book, he opens up his suitcase.. all of his time is gone.
I need to focus. I need to move away from the literary Charlies (Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Traveler) and start to live.
How come that is so much easier said than done?
I was going to write about how I missed Towson, that place I hated so much. I was going to write about how the ultimate team is doing, how great the guys are, how perfect it is to play my favorite sport day in and day out with some ofmy favorite people. There's a lot new in the family to write about too. Both Nelly and Daniel are at Messiah now with me. I can't think of
anything better than having my siblings so close.
I planned on reflecting on the New Year, and the New Year's party, and new friends, some new stories.
But I've been restless. Mike and Sarah got me a book for Christmas, an illustrated book from Starbucks, where they work. It is about a boy named Charlie. He has everything, but something's not quite right. So he packs up all of his time into a suitcase and travels the world. He sees the world, learns new things, changes his life. But he can never find something that he wants to spend his time on. At the end of the book, he opens up his suitcase.. all of his time is gone.
I need to focus. I need to move away from the literary Charlies (Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Traveler) and start to live.
How come that is so much easier said than done?
