Back To Life’s Troubles

I believe it’s a saying. “You can’t run away from your troubles, they just follow you.”

That’s how I feel about being home again. Not that I had trouble troubles.

My room, for example. I leave and come back, and it still desperately needs a spring cleaning. So far I’ve filled a whole trash bag of clothes to give away. I view that as real progress! Baby steps.

Thursday night, I jumped right back in to leading worship for a young ladies’ bible study. My little brother and I were also immediately recruited to house cleaning that same day, after we got back. I was assigned to clean bathrooms and showers. He was assigned to go pick up the left over branches of what used to be a beautiful oleander that my dad had hacked to a stump while we were away. I still don’t know why. My mom also said we’d be vacuuming every day in order to catch up on what cleaning my dad didn’t do, to which my little brother replied.

“Man, we’re only here a day and already. . ” He mimed cracking a whip. It made me laugh.

All this being said, my point is: things will stay the way you leave them. So when you come back, you still have to deal with it.

Life’s Tough Decisions

I haven’t written in a few weeks because I’ve been trying to make a decision about something, and then deal with the decision I made.

After a lot of thought, asking my parents’ advice, and venting on the phone to best friends, I’ve decided.

I’ll probably be losing my job.

Just DO It!

Who said this? Nike?

It’s so true. When it comes to life, and you don’t know what to do, chances are, you know what you should do. So what do you do then?

I lost you, didn’t I.

Last Sunday, my pastor was talking about “how do you live a life for Christ?” And it’s this easy: if you know what you should do, do it.

Worry

I’ve realized something about myself. I worry. As in, a lot.

I don’t know where this came from. I think of myself to be a rather calm, collected, easy going human being. I go with the flow. How is it I became a worrier?

It’s getting to be ridiculous. I worry about not getting a job. I’m worried that if I don’t get a job soon, I’ll turn into one of those stay-at-home losers who leech money from their parents and are useless all their life. Then when I start to get close to what seems like a job, I worry that the hours will be horrible and I won’t have a social life anymore – no wise cracks, please.  I worry that my novel is junk. The plot is cliche. Or my voice is boring.

My Personality Failed

I feel weird writing this post. But it really doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve already written about how I almost killed an instructor – which consequently led to failing my drivers test – and randomly vented yesterday about not liking to talk on the phone, which really had no point in the world of reality.

So it doesn’t make sense that I don’t want to write about this. I’ll just be out with it. You’re here to read about my journeys in life anyway. (I’m not sure you knew that, so surprise! now you do.)

I failed a personality test.

As in: My. Personality. Failed.

This is news to me. . . I mean. I have a failed personality. *eyes widen*