The grass is always greener on the other side, but some people use Astro Turf.
Had my first day at C&B on Tuesday. Today’s my second.
It’s not so bad. Really, really boring, but luckily not stressful. Still no luck on the humor front. Hadn’t expected them to take me seriously when I joked about having interpretive dance competitions to our terrible store music to attract customers. Maybe I should bring my unitard, just in case.
Very much having a day of rebellion. Woke up feeling like protesting something, just to be loud. Dressed like a beatnik. Need to remember to invest in bongos and a beret.
I know that God has me here for something, even if it is just to work through my crap, but at this point I’ve just stopped caring. God’s going to do whatever, so I’ll take the same route and just let his plans happen to me. I’m too emotionally drained to try and be excited about them right now.
Not looking to Formations class, because I don’t want to talk about where I’m from, what I think, or where I’m going. I don’t know these people well enough to that honest. I had been pulled aside in the hall last week and told not to talk about my scholarship to anyone because it “causes conflict among the students.” I didn’t know. I had no idea it upset people. The person who pulled me aside said my mentioning that I had a scholarship angered a lot of people in my Building Reconciled Communities class. I was asked what my journey was to seminary, and thought that was something I could be honest about. I just answered the question. Honestly, I thought most of the people were on some form of scholarship here, so I thought it’d be a commonality, not a line of difference. If I can’t be honest about how I got here, how can I be honest about my baggage?
Geeze, now I’m crying. I hope it doesn’t short-circuit my keyboard.
Where do I see God moving?
Outside, where the life is.
What do you hear God saying?
Nada.
How do I see God at work?
In everyone else.
Had my first day at C&B on Tuesday. Today’s my second.
It’s not so bad. Really, really boring, but luckily not stressful. Still no luck on the humor front. Hadn’t expected them to take me seriously when I joked about having interpretive dance competitions to our terrible store music to attract customers. Maybe I should bring my unitard, just in case.
Very much having a day of rebellion. Woke up feeling like protesting something, just to be loud. Dressed like a beatnik. Need to remember to invest in bongos and a beret.
I know that God has me here for something, even if it is just to work through my crap, but at this point I’ve just stopped caring. God’s going to do whatever, so I’ll take the same route and just let his plans happen to me. I’m too emotionally drained to try and be excited about them right now.
Not looking to Formations class, because I don’t want to talk about where I’m from, what I think, or where I’m going. I don’t know these people well enough to that honest. I had been pulled aside in the hall last week and told not to talk about my scholarship to anyone because it “causes conflict among the students.” I didn’t know. I had no idea it upset people. The person who pulled me aside said my mentioning that I had a scholarship angered a lot of people in my Building Reconciled Communities class. I was asked what my journey was to seminary, and thought that was something I could be honest about. I just answered the question. Honestly, I thought most of the people were on some form of scholarship here, so I thought it’d be a commonality, not a line of difference. If I can’t be honest about how I got here, how can I be honest about my baggage?
Geeze, now I’m crying. I hope it doesn’t short-circuit my keyboard.
Where do I see God moving?
Outside, where the life is.
What do you hear God saying?
Nada.
How do I see God at work?
In everyone else.
