This started as a post in the V Squad Facebook group, but inspired a few thoughts for a short blog to share, since I haven’t written anything here in months.
As an intro, here’s what I posted earlier tonight:
“You can judge me if you want because I TOTALLY think the Bachelor/Bachelorette is COMPLETELY ABSURD, but I did watch this past season, and I did totally adore Juan Pablo, and I just realized we're going to be out of the country when his season airs in January…… -_-
Judge accordingly. I'm annoyed at myself for caring.”
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I cared (care presently?). I felt a twinge in my heart when I realized I wouldn’t see Juan Pablo find love (lol at “love” on the Bachelor) on national television. And then I was like, this is completely ridiculous. Who even cares. I’m mad at myself for caring. I hated to admit that I felt something about it.
In preparing to launch for the World Race in 4.5 short weeks, I truly hope that I don’t miss TV and the other materialistic things I’m so painfully addicted to in the Western world. I hope I don’t care about missing Downton Abbey or Juan Pablo’s season of the Bachelor (even though right now I’m like, HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE)
Not only on the World Race but also in life, I pray I am consumed by living each day to the fullest and loving everyone I meet. I pray I embrace things that are uncomfortable. I pray that I am changed. That others are changed because of what God does through me. That my life is purposeful.
And that weekly television episodes are a distant afterthought.
