I see this option:
Computer menu "help" drops
Can't answer my heart.
Well, it's another new year. A great time to assure myself that this last semester of seminary will be different than the others--that I'll read more, complain less, stay on top of my homework, and begin writing before everything is due.
And then I laugh because I know I will accomplish probably as much as I did in '06...
With this in mind, I reflected on the year I had. There were some big happenings...
I took a small course with Tim Tyson, a local author, awesome individual, and brother-in-law to Bishop Ward of Mississippi (I've seen him cry; he's seen me cry--it's big).
I went to Africa.
I changed therapists.
I covenanted to join a small women's support group.
I significantly made my global footprint smaller (except for the whole plane to Africa thing).
I led two student organizations on campus.
I changed back to my old therapist.
I totaled my car.
I lost 25 pounds.
I bought a car (with someone else).
I spend Christmas away from my family.
I lost two really dear people in my life.
The list goes on.
I'm proud of the list. I've lived the list, and I have those memories, and those experiences have affected who I am.
This semester is my last semester. I'm in a spiritual writing class that I have made myself take because I think it will be healthy like eating carrots. Even with a blog, I'm still insecure about writing (mainly because I often feel like my thoughts are too fragmented). Even with experience, I'm still insecure about sharing (yes, i know, blogs "defy" that, but it's different in an 8-person seminar).
Okay, so what am I saying? Nothing, right now, really, except that I'm preparing myself to write a "memoir" that I don't intend to publish nor share with anyone except nine of my colleagues--and I'm already exhausted.
It's brutal, this story telling thing.
And I like to preach!
eek.
I'm giving myself a headache...
Computer menu "help" drops
Can't answer my heart.
Well, it's another new year. A great time to assure myself that this last semester of seminary will be different than the others--that I'll read more, complain less, stay on top of my homework, and begin writing before everything is due.
And then I laugh because I know I will accomplish probably as much as I did in '06...
With this in mind, I reflected on the year I had. There were some big happenings...
I took a small course with Tim Tyson, a local author, awesome individual, and brother-in-law to Bishop Ward of Mississippi (I've seen him cry; he's seen me cry--it's big).
I went to Africa.
I changed therapists.
I covenanted to join a small women's support group.
I significantly made my global footprint smaller (except for the whole plane to Africa thing).
I led two student organizations on campus.
I changed back to my old therapist.
I totaled my car.
I lost 25 pounds.
I bought a car (with someone else).
I spend Christmas away from my family.
I lost two really dear people in my life.
The list goes on.
I'm proud of the list. I've lived the list, and I have those memories, and those experiences have affected who I am.
This semester is my last semester. I'm in a spiritual writing class that I have made myself take because I think it will be healthy like eating carrots. Even with a blog, I'm still insecure about writing (mainly because I often feel like my thoughts are too fragmented). Even with experience, I'm still insecure about sharing (yes, i know, blogs "defy" that, but it's different in an 8-person seminar).
Okay, so what am I saying? Nothing, right now, really, except that I'm preparing myself to write a "memoir" that I don't intend to publish nor share with anyone except nine of my colleagues--and I'm already exhausted.
It's brutal, this story telling thing.
And I like to preach!
eek.
I'm giving myself a headache...
