Change Is Inevitable

Inevitable is my favorite word. It just  flows off the tongue. Tongue...what a weird addition to the human body. It's used to eat, drink, speak, kiss and whistle. This week has been quite an adventure. The days seem to pass while my condition of state stays the same. I begin the week thinking, "okay, this week I'm going to do something crazy, unexpected or life-changing." And before I know it, it's Friday, I'm tired, have laundry out the wazoo and miss my family oodles. This morning I planned on driving home to see my parents and G&G Thissen before they all left for Camron's football game, but come to find out they were leaving earlier than I expected, so I stayed in town. Thankfully, had the best time meeting with Elyse. She's such a blessing in my life. Love that girl. Talked about life, love, family, school, and our futures. Now, I'm chilling all alone, wondering what the day has to offer. Knowing I have several loads of laundry, a small chunk of homework, and a social bug to cure at some point. My quiet times with the Lord have been few and far between here lately. I am looking for my identity in relationships. Also, in my longing for my family, I am believing the falsehood that they don't love me. I know Camron's football games are probably more exciting than anything I have to offer here in Manhattan, but I do really miss seeing my grandparents and parents as much as he gets to. I have this ugly feeling in my stomach that I just need to break out of my shell. Move away, travel, get into a real uncomfortable place and begin sharing the gospel so that it's as easy as breathing for me. This truly is what I want. Sometimes sin is so appealing. The way of the world is easy to get sucked into: lust, materials, lies, cheating, drinking, etc. But then I ask myself, "when in my life have I ever found lasting pleasure in these things" easy, never. My identity in Christ is difficult to live out sometimes. This is especially true when I am out of the word. Whew. I think it's clear what I need to do today, spend a little time in R& R with JC.

Where I Be

I have always wanted to run a 1/2 marathon. Now I have. I enjoyed it. Until I realized how crucially important training is. I believe I only ran 7 consecutive miles before race day and shoot, I think I did fine. Except for that part where I had to stop at mile 8 for a unexpected morning poop (I sure hope no one really reads my blog) in one of those sick-nasty Port-a-Johns. Then I was carrying my phone with me for tunes just to find out my internet connection magically shut off, so around mile 5 or 6 I called up my mom and dad just to chat while I puttered along. I couldn't believe the array of people running. Big people, small, skinny, tall, fit, not so much, barefoot, spandex, dry fit, cotton, old, young, even a juggler. Yes, he juggled the whole race. Ridiculous! Just to sum it all up. I loved it. The experience rocked, but next time I'll wear different undies and have a friend because it got a lil' lonely out there on the pavement.
Recently, I was having a conversation about my life, what I'm doing and where I'm going. I threw out ideas like being an R.D., a P.A., a nurse, a teacher, massage therapist, a missionary, and he gets this bright idea how I could be a "stay-at-home-mom". Of course, my first response is, "You need two things for such a career." Naturally, one would be a hubby (who preferably makes good dough) and second a babe or two. I totally blew it off until today. I thought, shoot, why not?! I just need to start doing some serious husband shopping. Then I can bank on being one of those moms who just tends to the kids, the house, local volunteering and excessive exercise to keep my trophy wife figure. haha, yeah right. That's not me, but then again. Who am I? Where I be?