cento

I remember when I used to dream. When I would imagine what the future might hold for me. A talented movie director? Special effects artist? Compositor? Photographer? Interactive designer? Musician? Singer? Husband? Father? One day I would get there and my life would be right. The person I was meant to be would finally exist.. I don't dream anymore. It feels like I've sold out to the world. I've said, "Fine, I quit," and let the currents toss me in whichever direction they desired. I write to distract my attention from what I really am. One-hundred pointless ramblings to prevent me from living the life I don't want to live. Congratulations. Gold star, please.

reciprocity

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity."

invisible

Sometimes I need time. Sometimes I create distance between myself and the world as a way to garner sympathy. Maybe if I don't post on my blog for a while, and don't sign in to MSN or visit other blogs then people will wonder where I am and try to contact me. Immature? sure is. that's just me and one of the many things about me that I need to work on. Although, sometimes it's still nice to have a break from everything.

Life is changing. People are thinking.

watching, waiting

New design: Prodigal. If you use it, it may take a little getting used to. Also, I might widen the text area a bit to make things a slight bit easier to read. We'll see though.

I don't really know what to write anymore. I feel like I'm done telling whatever sort of story I wanted to tell. I have a better idea of who I am now, although in some ways that idea is even less clear than it was before... but it feels like it works. My task now is not to try and understand life and put everything in nice little boxes. Instead, as I've been mentioning more frequently lately, as well as various commenters, my task is to get up and start living. Even if I wanted to write about the daily occurences of my life like some other bloggers, I wouldn't be able to because there is so little of interest that goes on the the daily life of me.

zihuatanejo

I'm sorry.