“Ah crap” is what I was thinking as I read my blog “Power Breakfast” posted on the bulletin board at our church. My thought wasn’t spurred by the thought that I still have so much about China to write about (before it fades), or even that I haven’t been writing (lazy? unmotivated? not really, just at a point where I am not sure I even believe half the stuff I write and when someone talks about a blog I wrote 6 months ago I realize that how I view whatever I was talking about has changed again), I thought, “Aw crap, why do I use such non-church words. Sucks etc., talking about my bowels…how many times in my life did I get my mouth washed out with soap? And then get spanked for biting my dad’s fingers?
Anyway, this blog has been hanging over my head…and I knew I needed to get writing again, and one more time I realized that this is me, I have to be honest, I can’t fake the church language….
So where is life headed? Who knows? I still can’t tell my tookus from my elbow. (whew, I didn’t say @$$, how bout them apples?) We are planning on heading to Georgia to visit with Seth and Karen Barnes to talk, try to get some advice and direction on the future.
My heart right now is with getting back into personal training, coaching football in some way, and being involved in some type of men’s/boy’s ministry.
The new year has come by, and I didn’t really make any resolutions for the first time in a long time. Every year since the Y2K ‘letdown’ (nothing happened, like I expected) I have made resolutions, written them down and planned a way to succeed, and I have felt pretty good about how life has changed in the last 8 years. This year, I am just not sure enough about anything to really make a resolution that can be measured tangibly. At this point, when asked about resolutions the only response I have is “to listen more”. “To love more”. But how can I be sure of success? How do I measure this? Do I count how many times I hold my ignorant opinion to myself? To I keep track of the times I “actively” listen? Who knows.
It is almost 7 weeks since we have come home. I am still gorging on sports, reading books, and watching TV. Walking Sequoia, with her weighted pack, and now she is pulling weights…passes the time, and she is getting pretty muscular.
I still look both ways when I cross the street, because I can’t remember which way traffic is coming from…. I still pause when getting in a buddy’s car, which side is the passenger seat on? I pause after I wipe my tookus…can I flush this or throw it out? And I still at times have to get the dirty toilet paper out of the trash an put it in the toilet. I still haven’t adapted to showering EVERY day.
So, there I have it, a disjointed effort at typing again, but as I learned from that movie Finding Forrester, the best way to get writing is to sit down and get writing.
