Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
How come my semester is always so much busier than I expect it to be? It's as if my semesters are all scheming together, "Heh heh heh... How can we surprise her this time?" It's not very kind of them. Well, I guess the freshman year was rather kind, but then, they started to hate me. Or, maybe they're just doing what they're instructed to do and they're challenging me and my commitment to work on decent time management.
I wish that I wrote more consistently. I was doing famously with my journal in January, so much that I was impressing my roommate. I've started keeping up (inconsistently) a prayer journal. I need to keep that one up. It's interesting. I'm working on cultivating a soul-baring honesty with God, and it's different and not usual (aka: unusual, but, to get the full affect of what I mean, I decided to separate the word.)
When crunch time is every time, relationships become harder and harder to keep up. That's never happened before. My first semester, I would hang out till curfew playing sand volleyball and putting off what little homework I had until it was due. Now, I have to block off time to spend building up friendships via meaningful conversations and "just being together" time. It will be interesting when I have lighter credit loads next semester... that is... unless my last two semester decide that they'd rather be cruel and unexpectedly demanding. As I was saying, I've never regretted spending time with my people. It takes work, discipline, and all that good stuff to make sure that I set aside that time, but it's benefited me so much and, taking into account how crazy life may get, I need it to stay afloat. I really do need it. I don't want to think of how miserable and sniveling I would be if I only took time for the homework and SGA errands. Relationships need to be maintained as a priority, and I'm sure that that would go for everybody. Yes, women are generally more relational and needful of connection, but we are a relational people. I won't go into how this reflects God's relationship with His triune self, you already know that. That's about all I had to say on that topic.
I'd like to finish, though I don't know what I would say, but I have to go eat breakfast before my next class.
I wish that I wrote more consistently. I was doing famously with my journal in January, so much that I was impressing my roommate. I've started keeping up (inconsistently) a prayer journal. I need to keep that one up. It's interesting. I'm working on cultivating a soul-baring honesty with God, and it's different and not usual (aka: unusual, but, to get the full affect of what I mean, I decided to separate the word.)
When crunch time is every time, relationships become harder and harder to keep up. That's never happened before. My first semester, I would hang out till curfew playing sand volleyball and putting off what little homework I had until it was due. Now, I have to block off time to spend building up friendships via meaningful conversations and "just being together" time. It will be interesting when I have lighter credit loads next semester... that is... unless my last two semester decide that they'd rather be cruel and unexpectedly demanding. As I was saying, I've never regretted spending time with my people. It takes work, discipline, and all that good stuff to make sure that I set aside that time, but it's benefited me so much and, taking into account how crazy life may get, I need it to stay afloat. I really do need it. I don't want to think of how miserable and sniveling I would be if I only took time for the homework and SGA errands. Relationships need to be maintained as a priority, and I'm sure that that would go for everybody. Yes, women are generally more relational and needful of connection, but we are a relational people. I won't go into how this reflects God's relationship with His triune self, you already know that. That's about all I had to say on that topic.
I'd like to finish, though I don't know what I would say, but I have to go eat breakfast before my next class.
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