Vanity

In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.—Abraham Lincoln

Last month I gave myself an awful impulsive haircut that had really been limiting my joy, and when I got up this morning, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I went to the mall to get it fixed.

Of course, that turned out to be the wrong thing to do, because when I finally found a place at the mall, it was absolutely, ridiculously, and outrageously expensive. Even after dutifully exploring—every place was worse than the last!

I was totally devastated.

I don’t know why they do that, personally, I think it’s just mean.

So what do I do? I eat my hair cutting money.

Well, not all of it, but I was so angry, that when I passed “Bobo’s” on my way out, I decided to eat an ice-cream in protest (…I don’t know!)

Delightfully, on the bus home, I spotted a sign on the side of the road that said “Peluquería”…well it actually said, “Paltas; Girasoles; Quesos; Miel; Peluquería”, but I was so determined to go home sporting a revolutionary new look, that I didn’t stop to think about how retarded that sounded until after I got off the bus.

Lucky for me, the place was closed; because I’m pretty sure I could’ve afforded it, and I would have probably regretted it…cheese and hair-dressing?

So, I ended up having to walk the rest of the way home, which would have been lovely if it were not for the biting cold wind.

The happy ending is that I went to town this afternoon with my dear friend Paola, and got my hair done for a nice provisioned discount price.

I look like a sheep dog, but I feel very pleased with myself.

So now, with lighter head, and freer mind, I will pack and get ready to go.

Please pray for me!

High on audacity

And what if you should fail? Fail while daring greatly, so that your place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.—Theodore Roosevelt

Utopia

I have discovered no utopia on this earth. Yet the second I close my eyes and fall into Jesus' arms, I enter a perfect place. I can only try to repay Him by giving my life to lead others to this place. (FSM #399)

When I spend time with You things just fall into place
I cannot be bothered when I look at Your face
When my hearts song is gone
And I don’t know what’s wrong
The solution is You
You’re the answer
It’s true
I’m so foolish to always forget

All the strength that I need is the love in Your eyes
When my visions and dreams won’t materialize
When I just want to cry
And I can’t explain why
You’re the one that I need
You’re my center
You lead
I’m so foolish to always forget

All the burdens I carry are gone with Your touch
All my trials and problems don’t matter that much
When my spirit needs rest
When I’m feeling depressed
You help me understand
Just by holding
My hand
I’m so foolish to always forget

Sometimes I scare myself...

Gosh! I’ve gone and done it. I’ve joined the world of the bloggers…irk! I have a blog! How shameful! And it’s not even going to be a noble, needed, useful, or resourceful sort of blog, it’s going to be just the same as any old blog, the kind of blog that efficient and "together" people will chance upon, undercover, and silently scoff at. In order to keep this from becoming a boring-lame-online-gossip place, I will try to be strictly self-centered and only talk about myself. I'll also be a sporadic and most uncommitted blogger. And I do promise to occasionally post brilliant things like motivating quotes and lightning revelations, which don’t come very often, so updates will be few and far between, but I figured that when I do post, you can be happy to hear from me, and when I don’t, you can be happy to know that I’m devoted to something worthwhile.