Call

So I’m waiting for a phone call. At this point it’s completely out of my hands. So I’m not worried about it.

The thing that I’m excited for now is just getting any phone call. Sure, the phone call would be nice, but I digress. I went on a ringtone adventure last night and am now well equipped with awesome sounds. TV show themes, movie songs, random songs I like, ridiculous sounds… I just need people to call me. And text me.

Alas, I need more friends to call me, maybe.

Call on me, call on me, Call on me, call on me, Call on me, call on me, Call on me, call on me, Call on me…

–Eric Prydz

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Waiting

So I’m trying to be patient. I know these things take time. 3-4 weeks is not so long when you think about it. Yet I’m checking my mail every day. There’s no followup. No confirmation. Weekends seem so long, add in a holiday and I know nothing will happen for the next few days.

I’m trying not to be anxious. Trying not to be nervous. Will it be a good fit?

I’m sure it will work out well.  I’m just tired of waiting.

I just want my Doctor Who t-shirt to show up.

Dooo-wee-OOOOO, Doowee AHHHHH, dum de dahh dum de ahh ahh hea’ah’ah’ahh… eee

Kiddo

“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children.” Ephesians 5:1

It’s a verse that comes up often enough in the Christian life. It seems simple enough. Try to be like God. Live according to his commands. I’ve heard this verse so many times.

Yet it struck a different note when I came across it the other night. It came after spending the day with my nephew. He’s two and a half. Curious. Energetic. Wants to be a big boy.

He’s speaking in pretty full sentences, but most of that comes from imitation. He repeats practically everything. If you ask him a question (did you eat all of your sandwich?), he responds with the question (I eat all of your sandwich?). He wants so desperately to learn, to sound like the grown-ups. And honestly it’s the best way for him to learn. 

Taking this back to the verse, this is how we should be responding to God. “Be Imitators.” Is it truly your desire to be like God? To be close to God? To always be with God? Do you want to mature in your faith? Then follow Him. Repeat after Him. Immerse yourself in Him. Cling to Him like a kid clutching his dad’s leg, hanging on for the ride. 

We have God’s Word. Are you ingesting it daily? Can you repeat it? Do you know what it means? Jesus is the Truth we stand firm in. 

The question I ask myself: am I chasing after Jesus like a dearly loved child? 

It also makes me step back and look at God differently. I know how much I absolutely love that kiddo and how proud I am of the progress he’s making. I can only imagine how much greater God’s joy is when we strive to imitate Him. 

“Do you know that you are dearly loved. No greater joy, no greater peace, no greater love… It’s worth it brothers, it’s worth it friends to know your maker.”

–Jimmy Needham

Swirling

There’s a big pile of boxes in the corner. Waiting. Mocking. Tormenting. 

I’m making mental lists in my mind. Those should probably make it onto paper. What makes the move, what goes. I’ve reached the ‘99% sure I’m moving’ phase. There’s a mountain of work to be done because of this.

  • Packing. It’s really the least of my worries at the moment, but a worry all the same. One thing is for certain: my Christmas tree must come down
  • Finding a new place to live. Yep, gotta find a new home that won’t break the bank
  • Figure out what happens with my current lease. That one is probably easier than I’m making it out to be. I really only have a month left on it. Just have to pay up
  • Contract. Never claimed to be good at negotiations. I’m just happy to sign, but is that what’s best for me?
  • Learn. New job, new responsibilities
  • Life. Starting over in a new town, meeting new people

Those are some of the things swirling through my mind right now. I’m also holding out for my fortune cookie:

“Keep your eyes open on Thursday for a special opportunity.”

Thursday happens to be my birthday. Another stepping stone in my life. A quarter century. It’ll probably inspire some super introspective post later this week, but for now I’m just trying to figure out what to do on the day. I have the ‘planning my own party’ feeling. You know, wanting to do what you want, but also wanting it to be something other people enjoy. Getting more caught up in planning than enjoying. That’s why part of me wants to just drive to Cedar Point by myself and enjoy the day. Trying to see if driving 6 hours is worth it, but shoot, it’s my birthday. Maybe my special opportunity is there! haha. Or not. 

It just seems like there’s a lot going on right now. It’s time to start a new chapter. No sitting back and watching time go by. It’s time to make things happen. 

Keep your feet ready, heartbeat steady. Keep your eyes open. Keep your aim locked. The night feels dark. 

–Taylor Swift

 

Surround Sound

I’ve got that Friday feeling. That’s ok, it is my Friday. I’ve just been waiting for this day since I made plans last week.

I’m getting ready for an interview: laying out clothes, printing off resumes and references… you know, the typical. Over-thinking, yet not covering the important stuff. There’s a two hour car ride for that.

I’ll let you know more about the experience later. I’m sure there will be some great stories, seeing as I’m taking a two-hour roadtrip with my mom and two munchkins. Should be interesting.

For now I’m crossing my fingers because this job seems to have my name written all over it.

In other, completely unrelated news, do you remember when this was at the top of your Christmas list? image

I mean, what do kids ask for these days? iHomes and docking stations. C’mon. This was the big item… We’re talking $50-75.  Big deal. 5-disk changer? Surround sound–big speakers. A crazy demo mode light shore that triggered seizures. I had it made! Now it’s collecting dust, the changer doesn’t change… I still can’t help but feel like the younger generation is missing out.

I wanna be, wanna be your Friday night. I wanna be your lemonade in the shade, money in your pocket cuz you just got paid babe.

–Lady Antebellum

All the Right Type

I read an article recently about typing classes in K-12 schools. It suggests students no longer need to take computer classes to improve their typing skills, citing innovations in auto-correct and auto-fill. Kids don’t need to actually know how to type, as long as they can get close to the real word, the machine will do the rest of the work. Plus, so many platforms use touch screens with swipe features. Who really needs to know that your left ring finger presses the “w”? Most people just stick to their pointer finger, pecking out sentences on miniature keyboards.

I grew up in the time of AOL Instant Messenger. Being a quick typer was a necessity. You didn’t want the other person to sit there waiting… ‘so and so is typing.’ What an annoying screen. So yes, I was a relatively fast typer.

Anyway, when I took the required computers class in seventh grade, I learned a lot. The typing programs taught proper posture and how to type efficiently and proficiently. Putting a box over your hands so you can’t see the keys?? Disabling the backspace bar?? Ingenious. So help me, every kid needs to race a canoe by typing faster.

Part of the argument was that typing is like cursive… not necessary. To which I cough and stutter… useless? How about learning how to sign your name? Heck, most of my writing is half print/half cursive. I was the kid that loved learning it. The one who, in the following years, laughed when classmates scoffed at being assigned papers written in cursive. I never understood why they were complaining. It’s not like it took any longer to write it that way. In fact, it was faster.

Back on topic, when I took the required computer class for high school, I was a senior–one of two. The rest of the underclassmen really sucked. I realize I had a couple years’ worth of typing on them, but honestly, they couldn’t type well at all. Were their typing classes in middle school already sacked? I mean, really, they had a lot of ground to cover.

The moral of the story is: computers aren’t going anywhere–typing shouldn’t either.

Midnight rush with a pen in my hand. Inkin’ Lincoln, sand-script with a fan. Remembering me before it began, sometimes I felt so def in the jam.

–Lady Gaga