"Beware the barrenness of a busy life."
-- Socrates
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Till He returns, of calls me Home
So, I'm not as violently angry as I was when I posted last. Thanks to those of you who read it without dismissiveness. I know it was a bit whiney, but sometimes my only outlet for feelings is penning them to paper. Or typing them to blog...? Yeah...
A new semester is now underway, and that means for Mr. Geoff, a new semester of: classes I don't want to go to, commitments, meetings, awkward relationships, busyness (this may be a necessary vice...?), homework, late nights, frustrations, and a new chance to make an A. Honestly, I don't really think I would mind this semester if my life could settle down and I could fit into a comfortable groove, a nice pattern. My schedule is so random and ridiculous more often than not that I find myself burning at both ends until I'm out. Don't get me wrong, I like being involved and I do want to conquer the world, but there is definitely a thing as over-committed and over-my-head. I find myself in both places at once, frequently.
If you read this blog, and you are a praying person, please please please pray for me. Pray that I will have patience and discipline. Pray that I will be surrounded by supportive relationships of love, and that I will support with love the people that I am in relationships with. That was a mouthful to type.
So far, I've put in too many hours, felt too burdened and hurt, and not found enough down time, peace, and joy. I have a few select relationships that I absolutely cherish here on campus, and when I don't get my fill per week I get cranky and irritable. I wonder if I could put that into words with those people. Maybe, maybe not. Probably, probably not.
On a side not, I really love and enjoy my job. I wish I did a better job at doing my job, but I really love my job. I like working with Jason. Sometimes I feel like I don't get to hang out with him as often as others, but he and I don't keep the same hours at FBC so it limits the time we're both around, plus if I were to just show up in his office to talk whateverness, he would know write away that I wasn't exactly doing my work -- he is my boss. But just the same, I love my job, and I wouldn't quit it for the world, not right now at least.
All right, I've got to fly. Buzz me this week if you want to eat mexican food. I've such a craving.
A new semester is now underway, and that means for Mr. Geoff, a new semester of: classes I don't want to go to, commitments, meetings, awkward relationships, busyness (this may be a necessary vice...?), homework, late nights, frustrations, and a new chance to make an A. Honestly, I don't really think I would mind this semester if my life could settle down and I could fit into a comfortable groove, a nice pattern. My schedule is so random and ridiculous more often than not that I find myself burning at both ends until I'm out. Don't get me wrong, I like being involved and I do want to conquer the world, but there is definitely a thing as over-committed and over-my-head. I find myself in both places at once, frequently.
If you read this blog, and you are a praying person, please please please pray for me. Pray that I will have patience and discipline. Pray that I will be surrounded by supportive relationships of love, and that I will support with love the people that I am in relationships with. That was a mouthful to type.
So far, I've put in too many hours, felt too burdened and hurt, and not found enough down time, peace, and joy. I have a few select relationships that I absolutely cherish here on campus, and when I don't get my fill per week I get cranky and irritable. I wonder if I could put that into words with those people. Maybe, maybe not. Probably, probably not.
On a side not, I really love and enjoy my job. I wish I did a better job at doing my job, but I really love my job. I like working with Jason. Sometimes I feel like I don't get to hang out with him as often as others, but he and I don't keep the same hours at FBC so it limits the time we're both around, plus if I were to just show up in his office to talk whateverness, he would know write away that I wasn't exactly doing my work -- he is my boss. But just the same, I love my job, and I wouldn't quit it for the world, not right now at least.
All right, I've got to fly. Buzz me this week if you want to eat mexican food. I've such a craving.
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