Stuck in my head

I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
Stands one who is my Savior

I take Him at His word and deed
Christ died to save me; this I read
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior’s always there for me
My God, He was; my God, He is
My God is always gonna be

Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

Keys

The following are time-tested and reporter-approved keys to making it through horrendously boring meetings:
-Make sure there's food. Curing those hunger pangs while simultaneously being able to enjoy the bliss of everyone shutting up for a bit is unbeatable.
-Bring reinforcements. My typical cache consists of water, coffee, candy, gum, cell phone in case you get a chance to send "save me!" text messages.
-Envision everyone's naked. No wait, that's for another situation.
-Practice typing really fast. The looks of disdain are worth it.
-Perfect the art of hair twirling.
-Make your weekly to-do list in your mind.
-Daydream.
-Decide who of the meeting attendees would win in a cage match.
-Decide who's the biggest partier of the bunch.
-Create life scenarios for everyone. ... i.e. Louisa is probably a crazy cat lady and lives in a house with secret mazes ...
-Laugh at everything everyone says.

Contentment

I'm following the yellow brick road from a ramshackle existence to a storybook of pop-up pages filled with exciting twists and turns. Meet you at the other side?

I can tell I'm growing up and embracing adulthood when I can say with conviction how much I'm truly beginninng to love life's unpredictability. It's so uncertain, so topsy turvy. It's really pretty fabulous. As Forrest says, you never know what you're gonna get. Might be a piece of bitter dark chocolate. Might be the tongue-tinglingest milk choclate you've ever tasted. That's pretty freakin sweet.

Song du jour

My favorite song right now. Coldplay's Viva La Vida. Listen to it. Love it. I do.


I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Away, away, away

Apologies (to anyone who actually reads this) for being so negligent in updating. Part of my excuse is spending a weekend away in the mountains, disconnected from technology, disconnected from the world. Pure, unadulterated bliss. I want to go back.

Must-haves

To keep me going on a daily bases, I need:
-lots and lots of water
-constant access to my cell phone
-words of affirmation
-to laugh on multiple occassions
-caffiene
-chap stick
-Internet
-snacks from the snack drawer
-more water
-to update my yellow sticky notes multiple times
-to listen to some good tunes
-and my usual dose of Facebooking

Pretty standard, n'est pas?

And so it goes

I feel a lump in my throat, a hesitance in my speech. I feel tightening in my chest. I feel heaviness upon my shoulders. I feel a sense of dread course through me. Simultaneously, a sense of confusion, of unknowing, of apprehension, of wistfulness.

Why?