MY WORLD IS BIGGER THAN TRAVEL MUGS!

I've been working on trinity shakespeare festival for 7 weeks now. That's about 50 days. That's far too many hours in each day spent thinking about petty things like merchandise sales and bed linens.

It has significantly decreased the size of my perceivable world.

I saw one of my dearest friends yesterday, and all I could think to say to her was something along the lines of "The world is going to end tomorrow night if we don't have skittles for concessions. ANGRY PATRONS, LINDSAY! WE CANNOT HAVE ANGRY SKITTLE-LESS PATRONS!!!"

And she thought I was bonkers I'm sure. Because I was so dead serious.

This makes me so sad for my state of being. I know the world is much bigger than that. I know there are literally billions of things that are INFINITELY more important than, say, skittles sales. Things more important being hungry children in India, my friend who is in the woods being a camp counselor for the summer, my sister who is another year older as of yesterday, a giant stupid oil spill that's destroying our gulf, and most importantly, the loving God who has even these things under His divine control. But for that one brief instant (and for far too many of those brief instances over the past 50 days) I have inconveniently forgotten the very very important fact that the world I live in does not revolve around ceramic Shakespeare quote mugs.

So I'm leaving. I'm going to San Francisco. I'm going to watch fireworks there and marvel at them like a child. I'm going to go look at redwood trees that are mind-blowingly old and wise, and I'm going to be put in my place by the great big God who created those big lovely trees (and little ole me).

I now realize why there are so many mommy-blogs out there. They're desperately needed as an outlet to get rid of all of the PTA gossip, the homework assignments, the "mommy, he stole my lego spaceship wing!" and the spilled milk in order to re-prioritize to see that those things just don't matter. Those HAVE to be gotten rid of in order to make space in mom-brains for the important things like how to know when to sing "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so..." at just the right time and how to console a 12-year-old girl who is being told by this mean world that she isn't allowed to be the awkward pre-teen that she may inherently be (it's a phase, I swear).

So, I salute you, mommy-blogs, and though I don't understand you (not having ever procreated, and all), I thank you for not getting sucked into the minute details of this weird world and taking all of that junk that you seem to have to hold onto too seriously.

Test tomorrow

I have 2 days off of this Trinity Shakes thing. Please don't misunderstand, I'm so glad to be working on this festival this summer. I'm just wiped. In the last 5 nights, I dreamed of Trinity merchandise sales for 3 of them. There has not been a 24 hour period where I did not have some sort of Trinity obligation/problem to solve/preparation to do.

Tomorrow (Monday, so technically today) and Tuesday are those two days for me.

That's it.

The holy grail.

The glorious days where I can do whatever I like.

Where I can be--me. Not the company manager.

The one day when I can connect with people with a completely non-business mindset.

I get to be goofy and childish if I want.

I can cook and do laundry like a normal person.


Oh wait. I still have summer school.
I have a test tomorrow.

And my dear sweet significant other is going to be working during the very small number of hours that I'll be available to see him as a normal person. And all my friends are either out of town or spending massive quantities of time with their significant others, making them unavailable for loving-on as well. And cleaning doesn't actually sound like fun at all.

Screw you "days off". You exist by title only.

There. Pity party published.

Things I need:

- A clean bathroom (I'm getting there, I'm getting there)

- A claw foot tub (preferably clean. See above)

- A personal assistant (a super passive [NOT aggressive] efficient female, preferably, if you're applying)

- An evening date with my boyfriend that doesn't involve us both in complete and utter exhaustion (how is THIS summer?)

- Some new clothing items that magically fit and appear in my closet without the awful shopping process

- Lunch with my dear friend (nay, sister) Meg

- Several days with my for real sister, Jane :)

- Godly focus (these are not in order of importance. Cuz this one is #1)

- Sunday afternoon (Trinity Shakespeare Festival opens tonight and runs through the weekend. 3 receptions to be in charge of over the course of 36 hours. Eye twitch.)

- To turn 21, NOT so that I can drink, but so that I can go to the Scat Jazz Lounge downtown. Because I am on an epic jazz kick and I want to hear live jazz in a jazzy atmosphere real bad.

- A breath mint (Just ate Chipotle. With onions and peppers. Almost finished the entire burrito. Amen.)

What's Next?

So I start round 2 of summer classes tomorrow.

I have a meeting in 7 hours.

My gentleman caller's birthday is in T minus 3 days. He doesn't want any things, but he wants something. (Let us pray)

Trinity Shakes starts in a week.

I'm knitting a lace-y scarf.

I'm moving in 2 months and I don't exactly have any furniture.

In 6 months I'll be dominating my last round of finals.

I may go to India in January or February 2011.

I don't have any decent breakfast food in my apartment.

I'm so incredibly and genuinely happy with life right now :)

I feel so legit.

I just sent in an order for mugs.

Like, ceramic coffee mugs and travel mugs.

I'm a grownup.

The travel mugs have this kickin image on them:

















copyright Tracy Bristol

Just try to tell me you don't want to buy one.

Also, I've begun a knitting project from this set of instructional cards:




















I'm making a scarf (don't hate on the easy sounding project--this pattern is going to be crazy) in the "Margarita" style pattern. If it looks lovely when I'm done, I'll put up a picture. If not, I will hide it in shame and the scarf will never be mentioned again.

Happy Belated Anniversary!

We've been together for 1 month (and 1 day).

Well. This blog and I have been together for 1 month and 1 day. You who are reading this? You're at least a week behind.

Paper due tomorrow. Summer school paper.

*hangs head*

Thought we were done with those for a while. False.

In other news, Trinity Shakes is coming along great! I nearly forgot about class tomorrow because of it! I don't understand... My whole life I've been really good at navigating school, personal life, and other important stuff. Not this summer. I keep forgetting that I have one of the 3 going on. And usually it's the first one. Which is odd considering the fact that I have class every day for at least 2 hours. How could I forget to plan for Dr. Walsh's class?? I haven't forgotten to go to class, but I've often wondered why I'm going to bed early, or why I have Microsoft Word open, or why I can't go have lunch with the beau on a Monday morning--OH! IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE CLASS! Weird.

Ah... :)

I'm exactly where I need to be--where I was created to function at my best. My planner is my right hand man/object, and my job is to schedule, plan, organize, coordinate, email, etc... Some people read that and feel ill. Not I! I see a list of "things to do" and I get giddy excited about checking things off that list. Step one, email everyone. Step 2, create a spreadsheet. Step 3, deliver the fruits of my efforts to those that I am working to serve.

Seriously.

This is my happy place.

And while you're at it, check out the website for the festival!
http://www.trinityshakes.org

Blessings :)