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Have I been slacking?
On blogging, along with most other life things?
Yes.
I find I have had very little inspiration, get-up-and-go, or naturally occurring excitement in my life lately. I get home from work and can barely make it to the couch. Dishes sit in the sink, and I'll meander by the kitchen, look at them, maybe wash a glass so I can get some water, and barely make it back to the couch.
My cat is all, "I told you this was fun, yeah?? Just lounging?? You in??"
I'm all, "This kinda stinks a little. I'm gonna get out of the house."
I've tried to get involved in little projects--curl my hair (fail), start a garden (someday), sew a dress (nope). Then I mosey over to Jared's house thinking, "Boyfriend! He'll think I'm fun even though I'm a bit of a knot on a log at the moment!" And, ladies, that is just not true. If you're a wet blanket, he thinks you're just as un-fun as you think you are. He just might be more polite about it, if you're dating a good one.
Somewhere inside me is a lovely, exciting, attractive girl. I know quite confidently that she's down in there. She's low on energy at the moment. She's low on incentive to emerge--why should she? To emote to the cat? To really POUR myself enthusiastically into finding subs for Sunday School classrooms? Think of the boyfriend, fun inner me! Think of Jared!
But unfortunately I'm so low at this point that I am having very real doubts that even sweet bf would find her all that lovely, exciting, and attractive. Being this low gives me incredibly short term memory, so that I can't actually remember him ever finding that girl lovely, exciting, or attractive, but I'm sure he has. Sometime. Back then. Right? Good grief--why is he dating me.
In this state, the most beautiful fact in the world is that I don't need to muster up the energy to impress Christ. He will never love me any more or any less, no matter how I feel about myself. Cole's curled up on the couch staring at her cuticles again? God knows, He's there with me, whispering encouragements despite my stubbornness. BECAUSE of my stubbornness. Feeling tempted to avoid the Bible, but that's where the medicine is.
I am back to journaling. That started back up at 4:30am this morning. Journaling for me.
Maybe that was the inspiration I needed to resume blogging for you!
Not that a post like this is exactly gonna make your day, if ya know what I mean.
Thanks for listening anyway :)
On blogging, along with most other life things?
Yes.
I find I have had very little inspiration, get-up-and-go, or naturally occurring excitement in my life lately. I get home from work and can barely make it to the couch. Dishes sit in the sink, and I'll meander by the kitchen, look at them, maybe wash a glass so I can get some water, and barely make it back to the couch.
My cat is all, "I told you this was fun, yeah?? Just lounging?? You in??"
I'm all, "This kinda stinks a little. I'm gonna get out of the house."
I've tried to get involved in little projects--curl my hair (fail), start a garden (someday), sew a dress (nope). Then I mosey over to Jared's house thinking, "Boyfriend! He'll think I'm fun even though I'm a bit of a knot on a log at the moment!" And, ladies, that is just not true. If you're a wet blanket, he thinks you're just as un-fun as you think you are. He just might be more polite about it, if you're dating a good one.
Somewhere inside me is a lovely, exciting, attractive girl. I know quite confidently that she's down in there. She's low on energy at the moment. She's low on incentive to emerge--why should she? To emote to the cat? To really POUR myself enthusiastically into finding subs for Sunday School classrooms? Think of the boyfriend, fun inner me! Think of Jared!
But unfortunately I'm so low at this point that I am having very real doubts that even sweet bf would find her all that lovely, exciting, and attractive. Being this low gives me incredibly short term memory, so that I can't actually remember him ever finding that girl lovely, exciting, or attractive, but I'm sure he has. Sometime. Back then. Right? Good grief--why is he dating me.
In this state, the most beautiful fact in the world is that I don't need to muster up the energy to impress Christ. He will never love me any more or any less, no matter how I feel about myself. Cole's curled up on the couch staring at her cuticles again? God knows, He's there with me, whispering encouragements despite my stubbornness. BECAUSE of my stubbornness. Feeling tempted to avoid the Bible, but that's where the medicine is.
I am back to journaling. That started back up at 4:30am this morning. Journaling for me.
Maybe that was the inspiration I needed to resume blogging for you!
Not that a post like this is exactly gonna make your day, if ya know what I mean.
Thanks for listening anyway :)
