October 16, 2018
The lights in Bridgestone Arena were low and you could feel the anticipation among the thousands of excited fans. My mind went back to a little over a year ago when I saw my favorite band live for the first time. This time I had better seats, somewhat knew what to expect, and had three people that I love more than life itself sitting next to me. I felt as if nothing could top that night from over a year ago. I was wrong. Read More
Something in my life that I have always put near the top of my priority list is connecting with people. I love meeting new people, hearing their stories, and building a genuine relationship with them. I get my social prowess from my dad. My dad has never known a stranger. He and I disagree on things often, but this is definitely one of those cheesy things about my dad that growing up I witnessed and said, “Wow! I want to be just like that when I’m big.”
I have been going to church for literally longer than I can remember. I have sat in the pews of a Pentecostal sanctuary feeling under-dressed when wearing a tie and I have went to church where the vast majority of the attendees are wearing basketball shorts or sweatpants. I’ve listened to sermons condemning teenage boys wearing skinny jeans and having spikey haircuts and I’ve been a member of a church that calls jeans their “church clothes.” The conversation of “church appropriate” has always been a topic of discussion surrounding my life and I want to talk about it.
A few weeks ago I got my first puppy. She isn’t the first pet I have ever had or anything, but she is the first dog that I have ever been the sole provider for. I don’t have siblings here to help me take her out, give her a bath, feed her, etc. It’s all me.
When I was younger, my father would make me stop to think about what I was saying so that I wouldn’t stutter so much. Now I’m in my twenties and my dad isn’t here to tell me to slow down. So sometimes my head goes too fast and my mouth can’t keep up. My dad isn’t here to tell me to think before I speak. So now I say things and sometimes I’m not even sure what I said or why I said it.
At last I have found
Someone who makes me believe
God did not mess up
Inspired by my best friend
when you get punched in the esophagus
by a fistful of life
two million people die of dehydration.
So it doesn’t matter if
the glass is half full or half empty.
There’s water in the cup.
Drink it and stop complaining.
-Rudy Francisco, Complainers
Running on empty
I’m not sure how to fix it,
“round it up to ten.”
Sometimes, it’s difficult to look at your current state in life and think “Yeah, this is all a part of God’s plan for me.” Just the other day, within a 3 hour period, I learned that a close friend had died and made the huge decision to not return to Murray State University this semester. After some prayer and talking to my parents, I decided that it would be best if I went ahead and took the semester off with the goal of working on my life spiritually, mentally, financially, and physically.
I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.
I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.
I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud.