Most of us follow the same pattern every day: wake up, get out of bed, drink coffee. It's a habit that many have succumbed to, and trust me, I have too. For many of us, it's reached the point where we don't even think about it anymore. It's just a routine, just everyday life - that's a dangerous mindset with anything. Maybe I'm overreacting a bit, but I'm beginning to rethink coffee.
I’m angry with you, but I have a feeling you’re here for a reason. Is it to protect me? Is it to teach me something the world cannot? Whatever your reason is, my gut is to reject you, but I know that I should probably embrace you. Why? Because I don’t want to run. I want to take ownership, I want to rise up, and I want to accept you so that you may leave when the time is right.
Alright, so today I’m not going to write something super motivational or profound. I’m not even going to write about things I’m interested in. No, truth is I don’t feel like writing. I have a lot of mouth pain, it’s too hot in this dang room I’m in, and the Rockies lost today. So, yeah, I don’t even feel like writing. I’ve tried writing multiple things already, all of it was crap, and now I’m just laughing at myself for being so petty.
September 25, 2015 was the day before Freedom Fest, so it was a day that I’ll never forget. To give some context, it had been months and months of planning which had led up to this point. Three years ago today was a Friday, it was a long day, and it was a day that taught me a lot about myself and who I am.
The front of my house is currently being redone, and all day today there were sounds of hammering, banging against the walls, and other loud noises. If you’ve seen the exterior of my house before you can tell that it’s been years since it’s been fixed. (The inside is fine, but the outside hasn’t changed since the 70’s I’m sure.) I’ve lived in this house for 18 years, so, my whole life. My Dad has lived here most of his life, my Grandma lived here, my Great-Grandma lived here too.
There’s lots going on in my life during this time, but these seven things are guaranteed to cross my mind every day.
Once upon a time, there lived an young INFP named Trinity, who longed for a life full of adventure, mystery, and romance. She lived in a kingdom far, far away which the citizens of the land referred to as “Burbank, California."
Have you ever stopped to think about how significant the sky really is? Alright, I’m a little cheesy. Or maybe I’m just easily pleased… no I’m definitely cheesy. But whatever. It doesn’t matter. The sky is awesome and after reading this you’ll understand why I’ve been obsessed with it since I was a kid.
For months now I’ve pretty much had the same nightly routine. Around 9:00 once I’ve finished all of my work, I’ll watch a show with my sister and my brother. (Not the youngest brother, he’s usually already in bed.) Lately it’s been “Sherlock” and to be honest, I’m having a hard time staying interested. I’m just waiting for the next seasons of “Stranger Things” to come out.
The other day I was studying for Praxis - a lecture entitled “Visions of History”. It’s point was to encourage others to view history in light of the progress that’s come through the help of entrepreneurs, trade, and individuality. Instead of thinking of history as a list of dates to remember (of wars, discoveries, etc.), view it as a story of man pursuing a better life by also helping others.