LC has been begging me to write a goodbye post, but it doesn't feel right to me. i am not leaving forever, i am just going away for a while. and although i have started a new blog to document my travels, i don't plan on abandoning our cherished co-blog.
so more than goodbye, i want to say thank you. to LC, and to everyone, for being so great the past month, a month for savoring. the parties have been excellent, your words affirming, and the memories unforgettable. i will miss you, friends.
It has recently been brought to my attention that I am lacking passion in my life. I have no causes to stand up and fight for and about the only thing that really gets me worked up is discussing reality television with my co-workers.
Don't get me wrong: I am a girl (young woman? woman? lady?) of many convictions and opinions. I have accepted Christ as my Savior, wake up each day hoping to resemble, said Savior and actively seek to expand His Kingdom. I care deeply for my friends and family and diligently pursue relationships. However, I'm not talking about those passions...
Every time I turn around someone has declared that they are green, someone else is off to stop genocide in Africa, people are saving wetlands, people are protesting for animals, babies, children, the ozone and on and on and on.
I have never been too interested in any of those things because they don't directly affect me. In 8th grade my basketball coach told me I had a black box where my heart should be. Is that true? Do I lack a heart because I don't travel to Wichita monthly to protest abortion? Am I less of a person because I tend to use aerosol hairspray and have no problem using several plastic bags at the grocery store each time I go? Don't even get me started on the amount of things I like to print and then throw away.
I feel like I heard preacher say something along the lines of, "where you spend your time is what your passions are..." If that is the case, then I am clearly VERY passionate about my job, reality television, dead presidents (and really anything that has to do with US History), my finances, Polo shirts, google (including g-mail and g-chat) and my hair. That is a short list and makes me seem very shallow, but I like to think I have a little more depth than that, so I have started another list of things I am thinking about being passionate about.
1.Pet Adoption-- I could totally get on that train but, unfortunately I think I'd actually have to adopt a pet.
2.The Election-- People probably think I am already passionate about this, but to that I say, "nay!" I am informed, but do not support either candidate enough to even join a Facebook group about them.
3. Universal Healthcare-- Well, it seems like a good idea, but let me assure you-- it's not.
4. Public Transportation-- I would be an advocate of this, but I am deathly afraid to ride the bus or train to where I work.
All of that being said, I really hope to one day live my life with much zeal, like Paul. Until then, I'll probably just listen to some rap music and straighten my hair.
24 years ago today, the world was changed. Changed for the better. The world became more fashionable, more stubborn, more inclined to eat only vegetables and no meat,more willing to drive recklessly fast rather than just leave a bit earlier, more willing to lay out for hours upon hours, more willing to read a book than watch TV and more willing to spend a ridiculous amount of time on g-chat while working.
24 years ago Pat and Keith gained a daughter. Kerri profited a sister. And I got a blog partner.
Yes, the world is truly better because Laura Brittain was born. Praise Him for Pat and Keith on that fateful September evening.