Random Thoughts from one very ill 19-year-old chick in need of a hot bath
My entire head has felt like imploding for the last 48 hours. Nose–clogged. Throat–clogged. Brain–clogged. Face–clogged. Even though I know I’m not, I still find myself saying under my breath, “I’m dying…”
Anyone want to go somewhere in Canada? I have a $500 credit ($700 Canadian) on WestJet that no one seems to want to transfer for their own use. It’s incredibly frustrating. To purchase something out of pure, well-thought intentions only to realize that it was, in fact, a mistake–a big, fat, non-refundable mistake. And boy-o, I’m desperate.
I like my job. I really like my job. Regular hours. Friendly people. Retail experience. Commission. I really like my job. And I can’t wait to quit. Why? Because it’s not my dream. Most people (emphasis on most) start at some lower level in life and work their way up. I’m looking forward to when I can quit retail and travel upwards, to a new and more satisfying position. I may be “jumping the gun” here, but I’m hoping to be self-employed by the end of February or March of 2004.
My camera will be here tomorrow. By 4:30 pm. Are you excited?
I’m looking forward to church on Sunday. The series is about who God is willing to touch and who we are willing to touch. There are so many things I want to do with my life. I was talking to Daniel about the things I “can” do. Write. Paint. Play music. Photograph. I don’t want to simply choose one thing and run with it as far as I can go. I want to grab them all and take them to the farthest humanly possible limits that exist. All in hopes to glorify God. I mean, why wouldn’t I? He’s the One who instilled the passion in me first. So unto God, I will strive to be passion until my very last.
Say it with me: The Cheat… is to… the limit.