In about 2 hours I will begin the drive to ATL (Atlanta, Georgia) for the Passion Conference. I am psyched - kind of. If I wasn't so tired I think I would be much more excited. I feel like I should write on the blog only when there is sustenance to what I'm saying, but considering the new year, and the big event that I am about to embark on, I figured the night must be blog worthy.
The new year began...yesterday. Although somebody made a good point that we can start new whenever we want, sometimes we're just too lazy. I concur. I've thought about making a new years resolution but than again I've also heard that it's not a good idea to go around spreading ideas about what you're going to do because than you receive affirmation from people about your "goal" or whatever it is and get some of those feelings you get from reaching that goal ( a slight sense of accomplishment or approval), and than it becomes less likely that you will actually go through with the goal. That was a terrible paraphrase of the whole thing, but I read it once online to be honest, it was an article about people who tell others they're going on a diet. This is strange, as I'm typing I'm recalling more details to the article - how many compartments do our brains have to store things?
Moving on. So anyways, I'm not sure I have a new years resolution. I have so much to work on I wouldn't know where to begin. If 2011 accomplished anything, which it did, it would be that it pointed out a TON of flaws. I think that happens every year but the flaws are pointed out in a much more subtle manner. So, I'm 23, on the verge of spontaneous combustion woa is me (incubus), haha no but really. I need to get moving. Always need to be moving. Never complacent and always uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with the injustices, which I will admit is very ambiguous phrase, but it doesn't take away the value or the need to realize it time and time again. I also need to keep moving while taking away the me in everything. I think I heard from somewhere once that somebody prayed to be humbled no matter what it takes, and than told the usual store of despair and redemption, but something like that. Talk about ambiguous and making on sense at all. Well, to whomever might read this. Please excuse my incoherent babbling. It is 12:30 in the morning the day after New Years Eve celebration. Have a wonderful day.
