Day 25 of the "I'm not moving a muscle until you tell me to, God" and I'm bored. Frankly, I'm just pure boring bored.
This cannot be what God wants from me. To lie on my bed on my stomach with my feet in the air all crossed-legged and whatever and peruse the internet for absolutely nothing. I can't fill my day with things because that would avoid the purpose of this whole "adventure" thing.
I have to be inward and creative.
I bet Paul never said that. I bet he only did things that he felt compelled to do but I bet he never uttered the words inward and creative in a sentence. He didn't have to think about purpose. He just did it, heart, soul, and barefoot.
I wanna be like Paul.
Too much to ask? Mm, ya probably. I haven't really proven myself to be of the same caliber as P. I'm really lazy, but even when he tried to kill all of Jesus' followers-the dude wasn't lazy. The dude knew what he wanted and he WENT FOR IT. Went down the road (the poor conditioned, not suitable for extended travel road) to Damascus.
What road am I on?!?!!
And why do I have to analyze it so much? Why can't I just skip along this no name stretch of path? I keep thinking that maybe if I just start to just spend time on my mom's Rosetta Stone program to re-vamp my Spanish, then maybe I'll feel all accomplished. But I'm doubting it.
Honestly though.. I have no social life. I feel like I should be making chocolate sculptures or studying organic chemistry or re-stupid-vamping Spanish, or any language! I have the night off work tonight! And I'm lying on my bed on my stomach! What is the matter with me?!
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