Time. It really is a crazy thing. I can look back ten years from now, I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the boy that would complete my family. I was blissfully unaware of the hell that the final two years of Jr. High would bring. My mind can not even start thinking about ten years from now as I don't even know what the next two months will bring. Such is the time in my life. They call it the beginning of adulthood I think they should call it "and you thought college was the hard part?" HAH! they laugh sadistically. For those of you twenty-something year olds that have it all figured out. Those of you with a steady job, home, or financially stable significant other who has stated intentions to be with you forever, stop reading now, this post isn't for you. This post is for those twenty-somethings who life has yet to be kind to. This post is for those who have to TRY to make it. However, if you are one of the few who this post does not relate to, feel free to keep reading because I put it on the internet for any chump to read. But don't expect any roses.
Comrades, comparison is a *you know what.* You are no less of a person just because you're working twice as hard and getting half as far. On the flip side, don't get that martyr syndrome and think that this working twice as hard makes you a better person. Life deals different hands and God does not give us any more than what we can handle. Don't go around with your nose up in the air thinking you are so much braver and stronger than those with a cushy life, everyone has their struggles. I type these words and convict myself. O my freaking gosh I HATE when I do that! And it ALWAYS HAPPENS, maybe I should stop writing hahaha (just kidding, I know y'all love me too much)
Twenty-somethings, are you lacking a purpose? First it was: What do you want to be when you grow up? Then you grew up and until you're doing something with your life the question is "so what did you major in school?" You know you've really reached a whole new level of failure when people stop beating around the bush all together and straight up ask you "what are you doing with your life?" It is at this point where you should call it a night, like those guys did when Jim Jones pulled out of his garage. ( reference to one of my favorite rap songs, Top Back, by TI. [yeah I like a little rap, so what?]) The truth is that nobody know that they are going to do with their life. I am quickly realizing that life is made up of years, years of months, months of weeks, and weeks of days. Thus it is what you do with each DAY, that's what life is about, that's what you DO with life. I uttered a complaint last week that I have nothing to live for, no purpose. How dare I! I have life! God kept me alive today, and that's all I have to worry about. What am I going to live for day to day? Tomorrow is Sunday, what do I live for on my Sunday? Well, I'm going to worship with an amazing community of believers that God has blessed me with. I'm also having lunch with a friend. The question I need to ask going into tomorrow (and EVERY DAY) is "how can I bring glory to God in this day?" Because that is every one's purpose in life, glorifying the Creator. Boy oh boy do I sound like my mother. (which is a wonderful thing, I'm in no way being facetious [which, by the way is one of that funny British ladies favourite words])
When I think about the future I am terrified, I'm not going to lie to you. I have my good days and bad days. On my good days I can boast of my mighty God and how my future is in His hands (which is of course, ALWAYS TRUTH). On bad days......oh lets just say I've made some "chocolate runs" to Winco, Target, Walmart, or wherever I can get my hands on some. Consumption of said chocolate is rather beastly and painfully awkward to witness but is for me unbelievably therapeutic.
I'm all out of words, and although it seems like a brief ending, I think I have written more than enough. So you are welcome, and chin up folks, it gets better! Actually, I really don't know that it does until after death, but if I allow myself to believe that it does not get better I too would be calling it a night.
Comrades, comparison is a *you know what.* You are no less of a person just because you're working twice as hard and getting half as far. On the flip side, don't get that martyr syndrome and think that this working twice as hard makes you a better person. Life deals different hands and God does not give us any more than what we can handle. Don't go around with your nose up in the air thinking you are so much braver and stronger than those with a cushy life, everyone has their struggles. I type these words and convict myself. O my freaking gosh I HATE when I do that! And it ALWAYS HAPPENS, maybe I should stop writing hahaha (just kidding, I know y'all love me too much)
Twenty-somethings, are you lacking a purpose? First it was: What do you want to be when you grow up? Then you grew up and until you're doing something with your life the question is "so what did you major in school?" You know you've really reached a whole new level of failure when people stop beating around the bush all together and straight up ask you "what are you doing with your life?" It is at this point where you should call it a night, like those guys did when Jim Jones pulled out of his garage. ( reference to one of my favorite rap songs, Top Back, by TI. [yeah I like a little rap, so what?]) The truth is that nobody know that they are going to do with their life. I am quickly realizing that life is made up of years, years of months, months of weeks, and weeks of days. Thus it is what you do with each DAY, that's what life is about, that's what you DO with life. I uttered a complaint last week that I have nothing to live for, no purpose. How dare I! I have life! God kept me alive today, and that's all I have to worry about. What am I going to live for day to day? Tomorrow is Sunday, what do I live for on my Sunday? Well, I'm going to worship with an amazing community of believers that God has blessed me with. I'm also having lunch with a friend. The question I need to ask going into tomorrow (and EVERY DAY) is "how can I bring glory to God in this day?" Because that is every one's purpose in life, glorifying the Creator. Boy oh boy do I sound like my mother. (which is a wonderful thing, I'm in no way being facetious [which, by the way is one of that funny British ladies favourite words])
When I think about the future I am terrified, I'm not going to lie to you. I have my good days and bad days. On my good days I can boast of my mighty God and how my future is in His hands (which is of course, ALWAYS TRUTH). On bad days......oh lets just say I've made some "chocolate runs" to Winco, Target, Walmart, or wherever I can get my hands on some. Consumption of said chocolate is rather beastly and painfully awkward to witness but is for me unbelievably therapeutic.
I'm all out of words, and although it seems like a brief ending, I think I have written more than enough. So you are welcome, and chin up folks, it gets better! Actually, I really don't know that it does until after death, but if I allow myself to believe that it does not get better I too would be calling it a night.
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