So tomorrow is thanksgiving, and I shall be celebrating it with my family, Will (boyfriend of 2 months....kinda unsettling), and Chris, who came down from Covenant for the break.
As for the Will thing, I'm feelin pretty attached...but at the same time I'm happy to be only dating, and not in the process of engagement etc. I'm not ready for that life-change yet. I like where I am :)
I really really really want school to be over however....I'm DONE with this semester. Hopefully this semester will turn out ok....but I'm feeling more Bs than As this semester (usually I have all As, and sometimes a B and/or a C....).
Thanksgiving will be interesting. Will's G-pa passed this past Tuesday. So his mom and sis are out in AZ....I hope he will be able to enjoy this week without too much worry.
The car situation for Will is looking good. The car Daniel has seems to be in working order...but at a bare minimum....BUT ITS A FREE CAR!
It's weird being attached to someone else (apparently I want to talk about Will today). I feel normal when I haven't talked to him....texting quite a few times, but not talking or seeing each other for a couple days in a row....I feel fine...and then he called me today and I got a heart-wrenching "missing you" feeling...so weird....good...mushy...but a good sign. I think.
Merging two people together slowly...no wonder you need to be careful about your intimacy levels....as well as stay true and move forward...cause when it's healthy....its really a new and exciting experience....
Ok I'm done boring you to death.
Over and out
LP
Wednesday, November 24
Saturday, August 21
Improv./ Adaptation
I love Improv.
It is one of my less God-focused favorites of this world.
I don't consider God someone who needs improv, since he already knows whats going on, and he's the one who puts everything into motion.
Improv, to me, is when you take things as they come, and make it clever. It ALWAYS makes me smile.
Though clever things in general make me smile. :)
Adaptation is also clever....but it seems more as a useful thing then improv.....but they are pretty much alike.
I dont know why I decided to write this, it just felt like the right time to write.
School starts again in two days. I hope things will go well.
Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like to live on a nice campus instead of stay at home and go to SPSU.
But it's in motion, and unless God chooses to show me opportunity, I'm going to believe I need to be at SPSU.
Just hearing about my friends moving into their new spaces makes me feel sorta "left out"...I guess thats what that is...
But I love living at home. I think I'd miss my mom mostly.
As usual, I'm such a sporadic writer.
Rabbit Trails.
I dont know what I want.
I'm just reacting. Not acting.
But I'm not an active person. So I guess that's to be expected.
How come I know all of these lyrics (about 680 songs) and yet I cannot remember simple facts that are required in classes?
The mind is amazing, yet so frustrating sometimes....
I wonder what this Orientation to psych will be like.
Sporadic.
Is that even a word?
Yes. Yes it is.
It is one of my less God-focused favorites of this world.
I don't consider God someone who needs improv, since he already knows whats going on, and he's the one who puts everything into motion.
Improv, to me, is when you take things as they come, and make it clever. It ALWAYS makes me smile.
Though clever things in general make me smile. :)
Adaptation is also clever....but it seems more as a useful thing then improv.....but they are pretty much alike.
I dont know why I decided to write this, it just felt like the right time to write.
School starts again in two days. I hope things will go well.
Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like to live on a nice campus instead of stay at home and go to SPSU.
But it's in motion, and unless God chooses to show me opportunity, I'm going to believe I need to be at SPSU.
Just hearing about my friends moving into their new spaces makes me feel sorta "left out"...I guess thats what that is...
But I love living at home. I think I'd miss my mom mostly.
As usual, I'm such a sporadic writer.
Rabbit Trails.
I dont know what I want.
I'm just reacting. Not acting.
But I'm not an active person. So I guess that's to be expected.
How come I know all of these lyrics (about 680 songs) and yet I cannot remember simple facts that are required in classes?
The mind is amazing, yet so frustrating sometimes....
I wonder what this Orientation to psych will be like.
Sporadic.
Is that even a word?
1.
spo·rad·ic/spəˈradik/
Adjective: Occurring at irregular intervals or only in a few places; scattered or isolated. More »
Dictionary.com - Answers.com - Merriam-Webster - The Free Dictionary
Yes. Yes it is.
Tuesday, July 6
Fall 2010
I know it's only July.....and I know that I don't have to start classes till the end of August....but what else can you expect when I have to look for textbooks? I will eventually start thinking about the upcoming school semester!
So these are my main things:
1. There's a really creepy guy who I thought I had shaken off my first semester at school, and he recognized me when i had to go to the psych department to get "advised" so I could register for my new classes. He severely creeps me out. I REALLY don't want to run into him this upcoming semester....I might have a breakdown. I get nervous just thinking about what might happen if we end up in some classes (or even just one) together...
2. I know that my first semester, there was a grace period for the parking stickers and such, but idk if that doesnt apply anymore, now that we have a full parking deck....so im a little worried about that....
3. of course, a little worried about my ACTUAL classes, since i know im horrible in bio, and i have to take it.....its going to be interesting....
but i think that's it.....those are my major deals....of course im going to have new guys "attaching" themselves to me, but that's because im a girl in a tech school :) lol I dont mind that much, except for the awkwardness if they are too forward, and the fact that that is how the whole creepy guy thing came into play.....*shudder*
So yeah, this is what's on my mind, besides thinking of time managing, driving every day (except for FRIDAY!!!), and being able to talk to Bethany at the school.
Bah, school. I want to stop thinking about it till the VERY LAST MINUTE....but i dont think that's going to happen.....
oh well.....
PEACE
So these are my main things:
1. There's a really creepy guy who I thought I had shaken off my first semester at school, and he recognized me when i had to go to the psych department to get "advised" so I could register for my new classes. He severely creeps me out. I REALLY don't want to run into him this upcoming semester....I might have a breakdown. I get nervous just thinking about what might happen if we end up in some classes (or even just one) together...
2. I know that my first semester, there was a grace period for the parking stickers and such, but idk if that doesnt apply anymore, now that we have a full parking deck....so im a little worried about that....
3. of course, a little worried about my ACTUAL classes, since i know im horrible in bio, and i have to take it.....its going to be interesting....
but i think that's it.....those are my major deals....of course im going to have new guys "attaching" themselves to me, but that's because im a girl in a tech school :) lol I dont mind that much, except for the awkwardness if they are too forward, and the fact that that is how the whole creepy guy thing came into play.....*shudder*
So yeah, this is what's on my mind, besides thinking of time managing, driving every day (except for FRIDAY!!!), and being able to talk to Bethany at the school.
Bah, school. I want to stop thinking about it till the VERY LAST MINUTE....but i dont think that's going to happen.....
oh well.....
PEACE
Monday, March 22
Writing on everything
You know those kids that drive you nuts, and once they get into the writing materials, all hell breaks loose? They write on the couch, the table, the walls; anything they can get their little hands on.
Well I'm one of those kids. I LOVE to write on surfaces that aren't originally intended to be written on.
But I have this little thing called discernment which keeps me from being a total terror and writing on something that shouldn't...and it being permanent.
My latest and greatest wish is to be able to write on my long-length mirror and use it for notes. The problem is that I don't have any nice writing materials that will allow me to do so and the result to not be permanent words on my face.
So my newest quest is to find something that will nicely go on and nicely come off of a mirrored surface. :)
Thanks for randomly reading!
Lizzimae
Well I'm one of those kids. I LOVE to write on surfaces that aren't originally intended to be written on.
But I have this little thing called discernment which keeps me from being a total terror and writing on something that shouldn't...and it being permanent.
My latest and greatest wish is to be able to write on my long-length mirror and use it for notes. The problem is that I don't have any nice writing materials that will allow me to do so and the result to not be permanent words on my face.
So my newest quest is to find something that will nicely go on and nicely come off of a mirrored surface. :)
Thanks for randomly reading!
Lizzimae
Friday, March 19
Holding Hands
I've always kind of been adverse to holding hands.
I don't know why it creeps me out, but it does.
It might have to do with a point in my life that I don't care to think about in which everything was confusing, and he tried to hold my hand....or something. I'm not really sure what really went on....I just know I get a creepy feeling when I think about hand-holding.
I had a sudden urge to write about it (since I can't seem to get much farther on my paper) and so, of course, I did.
...Is it further or farther?
I'm sort of out of it today, I still haven't taken a shower, I have this paper that will be due on Tuesday, and I'm pretty sad that I can't go outside and just enjoy the weather.
No fun.
I'm so confused.
My head's all in a muddle.
Oh, and my mom is sick so I am trying not to overwhelm her by bringing my problems to her and talking ti out like I usually do.
I've had time to work on this paper, and I have...but I never tried to write things out like I should have and I didn't do much book research like I should have as well....
AND I FEEL REALLY HOT!
Darn this weather....its so pretty....but I get overheated so easily!
Over and Out.
Lizzimae
I don't know why it creeps me out, but it does.
It might have to do with a point in my life that I don't care to think about in which everything was confusing, and he tried to hold my hand....or something. I'm not really sure what really went on....I just know I get a creepy feeling when I think about hand-holding.
I had a sudden urge to write about it (since I can't seem to get much farther on my paper) and so, of course, I did.
...Is it further or farther?
I'm sort of out of it today, I still haven't taken a shower, I have this paper that will be due on Tuesday, and I'm pretty sad that I can't go outside and just enjoy the weather.
No fun.
I'm so confused.
My head's all in a muddle.
Oh, and my mom is sick so I am trying not to overwhelm her by bringing my problems to her and talking ti out like I usually do.
I've had time to work on this paper, and I have...but I never tried to write things out like I should have and I didn't do much book research like I should have as well....
AND I FEEL REALLY HOT!
Darn this weather....its so pretty....but I get overheated so easily!
Over and Out.
Lizzimae
Tuesday, March 16
Oh the Years Ago...
I write so darn much.
I've been going through my old files that I've kept for years, and it just makes me grin at how much I've written through the many seasons of my life.
I have so many different files containing things I've saved, things I've written, and things I considered my secrets.
For example:
Real Words: Philanthropic, Catastrophic, Foreclosure,
My Words: Elixemmy, Jellantrillix, Partholemue, Calitillue, Helpipiphany, Tellimongrel, Crilliematrix, Hellipitifany, Trilliemalligma, Jillimontriall, Fortunapitrilliecalmali,
I've been going through my old files that I've kept for years, and it just makes me grin at how much I've written through the many seasons of my life.
I have so many different files containing things I've saved, things I've written, and things I considered my secrets.
For example:
Real Words: Philanthropic, Catastrophic, Foreclosure,
My Words: Elixemmy, Jellantrillix, Partholemue, Calitillue, Helpipiphany, Tellimongrel, Crilliematrix, Hellipitifany, Trilliemalligma, Jillimontriall, Fortunapitrilliecalmali,
This I made in 2007 when I was almost 16. Even then I had words floating through my head with no meaning to them what-so-ever.
And then there is Fred:
And putting Fred on here made my formatting go all weird, so be grateful that you got to see Fred.
Over and out
Lizzimae
Friday, March 12
The Essence & Confusion
I feel the essences of people.
It's always been a hard thing to explain to others when I've referred to the way I look at the world, but it's how it goes.
I feel the essences of people.
It's not black and white to me....and neither is it shades of grey.
It's colors. Infinite colors.
The best way I can explain this phenomenon is referring to The Shack. To those of you who have read it, I hope you remember the part about Mack seeing the colors streaming from the people on the hillside. And I hope you remember the part about Jesus explaining how interactions between different people make different color combinations.That part in the book make me so excited, and made me hope that the book was areal happening....and why it took me a few weeks to stop feeling so low after I found out it was a complete work of fiction.
Because that is how I view people.
Now I don't literally SEE colors when others are around me.....but I see with a different part of me the essence of the person I am around. One of the reasons why liars infuriate me so much is that they're not letting "their true colors shine." Ever wonder what that phrase really meant? I always did. I wondered if that was just a metaphor, or if how I see the world isn't so strange after all.
I have no idea why I suddenly had to write about this. But I know I've never been able to adequately explain how this thing works for me. I begin to know somebody without knowing them for long periods of time. It's because they've already shown me their essence.
I don't know how it works, but I DO know that the more you surround yourselves with things of this world, the more you look like the world....and you become a face more than an essence. Individuality becomes something you hide....and your colors go with it.
So to those who happen to read this random piece: don't become the colors of the world...and don't pretend to be colors that you aren't......Because your colors are worth showing. They're always beautiful when they're pure.
And thank you for those of you who show me who YOU are. I love you for that. Your colors are such a joy to see.
I love you.
Lizzimae
It's always been a hard thing to explain to others when I've referred to the way I look at the world, but it's how it goes.
I feel the essences of people.
It's not black and white to me....and neither is it shades of grey.
It's colors. Infinite colors.
The best way I can explain this phenomenon is referring to The Shack. To those of you who have read it, I hope you remember the part about Mack seeing the colors streaming from the people on the hillside. And I hope you remember the part about Jesus explaining how interactions between different people make different color combinations.That part in the book make me so excited, and made me hope that the book was areal happening....and why it took me a few weeks to stop feeling so low after I found out it was a complete work of fiction.
Because that is how I view people.
Now I don't literally SEE colors when others are around me.....but I see with a different part of me the essence of the person I am around. One of the reasons why liars infuriate me so much is that they're not letting "their true colors shine." Ever wonder what that phrase really meant? I always did. I wondered if that was just a metaphor, or if how I see the world isn't so strange after all.
I have no idea why I suddenly had to write about this. But I know I've never been able to adequately explain how this thing works for me. I begin to know somebody without knowing them for long periods of time. It's because they've already shown me their essence.
I don't know how it works, but I DO know that the more you surround yourselves with things of this world, the more you look like the world....and you become a face more than an essence. Individuality becomes something you hide....and your colors go with it.
So to those who happen to read this random piece: don't become the colors of the world...and don't pretend to be colors that you aren't......Because your colors are worth showing. They're always beautiful when they're pure.
And thank you for those of you who show me who YOU are. I love you for that. Your colors are such a joy to see.
I love you.
Lizzimae
Friday, February 26
I'm on a roll!
Wow, I've managed two blogs in the past week. I can't believe it!
Well since I did that "confessions" blog last time, I've been thinking of other things that most people may not know about me.
One is that I can't eat leftover mac-n-cheese. I love the stuff fresh, but after its gone cold in the fridge, its one of the worst things to try to feed me. Wont eat it. Can't eat it.
Two is that I love all things kiddie. I think if I don't get too old before I have kids, I'll be one of those moms who do everything with the kid. I love the little rides, the playgrounds, the kid museums (you'll never know what these are unless you go to the west coast. Best places to grow up, I assure you. Oh, and OMSI. I miss that place SOOOOO bad. It's in Oregon. Go look it up), and the food. Well, most of the food. Like cheerios, goldfish (I'm a sucker for these. Can finish a bag and wonder where they went easily!), etc. Pretty much anything you'd see in a church nursery I'll eat with pleasure. Besides the formula milk. That should go without saying. *yuck* Oh, and I'll happily live off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chocolate milk, and mac n' cheese for the rest of my life if I have to.
Well maybe a break for Mexican every once in a while. Just to cut out the monotony.
ANYWHO:
Third is that I get lost driving oh-so-easily. This is the reason why my parents got me a GPS for my graduation present. And why I spent 10-15 extra minutes today trying to find the Marietta/ Cobb County Museum of Art. Guess why? My parents have the GPS for their trip to Savannah. And I guessed at where to go all the way back to I-75 North. Thankfully I actually know that I-75 North is where I needed to get onto, or else I'd be still in Marietta....or maybe even in Roswell by now. I'm horrible with directions. Give me landmarks or a GPS, or I shall DEFINITELY get lost. It's guaranteed.
Why have I been doing confessions so much you may be asking??
My answer is:
I have no clue.
But I do have one last confession to make: I haven't even found that book for ABOAMO for this month. I dont think I even have time to go looks for it. All four of my classes have gone into project mode this semester. So I have an outline due Next Thursday in Psych with my group, My I-search paper needs to be gradually worked on as much as possible for my ENGL class, My country paper for Human Geog. is going to be huge (10-15 double spaced pages!!), and for Art we need to get in our final draft for our artist project before my Spring Break (which is the week of the 8th)!
Lovely fun. Ugh.
Later Gators!! Opps!!
DAWGS! :P
Double whoops.....I belong to a tech. school......the hornets.....
bah! I dont care.....go dawgs!
....even though I've only watched two games total..................
Randomizer!!!
*music*
doo do doo do doo do do!!
doo do doo do do DUM!
*end of music*
I drank so much milk today its not even funny. I think I'm gonna be sick. Bleh.
Well since I did that "confessions" blog last time, I've been thinking of other things that most people may not know about me.
One is that I can't eat leftover mac-n-cheese. I love the stuff fresh, but after its gone cold in the fridge, its one of the worst things to try to feed me. Wont eat it. Can't eat it.
Two is that I love all things kiddie. I think if I don't get too old before I have kids, I'll be one of those moms who do everything with the kid. I love the little rides, the playgrounds, the kid museums (you'll never know what these are unless you go to the west coast. Best places to grow up, I assure you. Oh, and OMSI. I miss that place SOOOOO bad. It's in Oregon. Go look it up), and the food. Well, most of the food. Like cheerios, goldfish (I'm a sucker for these. Can finish a bag and wonder where they went easily!), etc. Pretty much anything you'd see in a church nursery I'll eat with pleasure. Besides the formula milk. That should go without saying. *yuck* Oh, and I'll happily live off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chocolate milk, and mac n' cheese for the rest of my life if I have to.
Well maybe a break for Mexican every once in a while. Just to cut out the monotony.
ANYWHO:
Third is that I get lost driving oh-so-easily. This is the reason why my parents got me a GPS for my graduation present. And why I spent 10-15 extra minutes today trying to find the Marietta/ Cobb County Museum of Art. Guess why? My parents have the GPS for their trip to Savannah. And I guessed at where to go all the way back to I-75 North. Thankfully I actually know that I-75 North is where I needed to get onto, or else I'd be still in Marietta....or maybe even in Roswell by now. I'm horrible with directions. Give me landmarks or a GPS, or I shall DEFINITELY get lost. It's guaranteed.
Why have I been doing confessions so much you may be asking??
My answer is:
I have no clue.
But I do have one last confession to make: I haven't even found that book for ABOAMO for this month. I dont think I even have time to go looks for it. All four of my classes have gone into project mode this semester. So I have an outline due Next Thursday in Psych with my group, My I-search paper needs to be gradually worked on as much as possible for my ENGL class, My country paper for Human Geog. is going to be huge (10-15 double spaced pages!!), and for Art we need to get in our final draft for our artist project before my Spring Break (which is the week of the 8th)!
Lovely fun. Ugh.
Later Gators!! Opps!!
DAWGS! :P
Double whoops.....I belong to a tech. school......the hornets.....
bah! I dont care.....go dawgs!
....even though I've only watched two games total..................
Randomizer!!!
*music*
doo do doo do doo do do!!
doo do doo do do DUM!
*end of music*
I drank so much milk today its not even funny. I think I'm gonna be sick. Bleh.
Wednesday, February 24
A few confessions to make:
Now I know of some people who will disagree with me but:
I'm a sucker for brownies. I LOVE brownies. Usually chocolate will wear on me after a while, and I'll need to take a break from its particular flavor. NOT SO WITH A BROWNIES DELIGHTFUL GOODNESS.
The reason why I am particularly in a frenzy about brownies right now is because my dad's co-workers brought some. And I love them. So there
That was my first confession.
My second confession is:
I only have a 8 1/2 minute attention span. Unless of course I'm doing something else along with the passiveness. Then I probably have a longer attention span. But that's probably why I cannot memorize anything unless it's to music. Which is why I can never be a nurse, or anything in the medical field. I just do not have a head for memorizing facts. It's rather frustrating. Mostly because it's either math or science for good places to get a job. I don't like math (at all) , and I don't have the memorizing mind for a scientist. It's rather evil. So there.
Third confession:
I love customizing things. It's fun. I loved myspace only because I could customize the crap out of it. If I knew that I could take everything off of my car no problem after I put it on, I'd probably customize the bejezus out of my car too. But I know if I graffiti it then it would be harder to sell if necessary.
So, the confession is: if I wasn't so practical, everything I owned would either be written on, stickered to death, or plastered with both.
Thank goodness for my practical side.
Lessie....fourth confession?:
Adrenaline is my best friend. I mean, Brian and Katie are my BESTIES, but adrenaline is AWESOME. It is the only thing close to a God High. This is why I love rollercoasters. And pretty much any amusement park known to man. Because I'm addicted to fun and adrenaline. And I need more. Right now....... Give it to me!!!!
My final and fifth confession........:
Some of you already know this.
It reminds me of glitter.
*shudder* *twitch twitch*
Glittery pink is the worst. I will automatically curl my lip in disgust if I see it. So ahead of time I apologies for the expression on my face if you catch me before I catch it. Of course this only applies to those of you who love to wear pink and glitter. Together.
I feel sorry for your eyes.
No wait.
I feel sorry for my eyes.
I'm a sucker for brownies. I LOVE brownies. Usually chocolate will wear on me after a while, and I'll need to take a break from its particular flavor. NOT SO WITH A BROWNIES DELIGHTFUL GOODNESS.
The reason why I am particularly in a frenzy about brownies right now is because my dad's co-workers brought some. And I love them. So there
That was my first confession.
My second confession is:
I only have a 8 1/2 minute attention span. Unless of course I'm doing something else along with the passiveness. Then I probably have a longer attention span. But that's probably why I cannot memorize anything unless it's to music. Which is why I can never be a nurse, or anything in the medical field. I just do not have a head for memorizing facts. It's rather frustrating. Mostly because it's either math or science for good places to get a job. I don't like math (at all) , and I don't have the memorizing mind for a scientist. It's rather evil. So there.
Third confession:
I love customizing things. It's fun. I loved myspace only because I could customize the crap out of it. If I knew that I could take everything off of my car no problem after I put it on, I'd probably customize the bejezus out of my car too. But I know if I graffiti it then it would be harder to sell if necessary.
So, the confession is: if I wasn't so practical, everything I owned would either be written on, stickered to death, or plastered with both.
Thank goodness for my practical side.
Lessie....fourth confession?:
Adrenaline is my best friend. I mean, Brian and Katie are my BESTIES, but adrenaline is AWESOME. It is the only thing close to a God High. This is why I love rollercoasters. And pretty much any amusement park known to man. Because I'm addicted to fun and adrenaline. And I need more. Right now....... Give it to me!!!!
My final and fifth confession........:
I HATE PINK
Some of you already know this.
It reminds me of glitter.
*shudder* *twitch twitch*
Glittery pink is the worst. I will automatically curl my lip in disgust if I see it. So ahead of time I apologies for the expression on my face if you catch me before I catch it. Of course this only applies to those of you who love to wear pink and glitter. Together.
I feel sorry for your eyes.
No wait.
I feel sorry for my eyes.
END OF CONFESSION
Fin
Over
Monday, February 8
My Dr. Who Phase
So I guess I've been going on and on about Dr. Who for the past few weeks now, and I've come to realize I've passed the obsession point.
This happened to me about Heroes a little while back, and I got over that, so I'm hoping this one goes away.
The problems with being completely obsessed with Dr. Who:
Hopefully I got that out of my system.
Why am I so lonely?
This happened to me about Heroes a little while back, and I got over that, so I'm hoping this one goes away.
The problems with being completely obsessed with Dr. Who:
- I talk about anything else on Facebook, so I must be driving my friends nuts
- I can't stop thinking about it, and so I dream about it
- The ending of the 4th season was sad, and I already feel kind of sad at the moment, and so it's just increasing the sadness. On top of that, I tried watching a Heroes episode to get the Dr. Who stuff out of my head, and the ending for THAT was sad as well, so now I have sadness in three-fold. Fail
Hopefully I got that out of my system.
Why am I so lonely?
Monday, January 18
The NEW year
Why is there always such a difference to people between the NEW year and the OLD year? Really, it's only just another day. How I wish that people would more often think of time as: the NEW day and the OLD day. People are more often going to try to be better for the new YEAR, than for the new DAY. I find that quite unfortunate, because truly all we have is the day.....no, let me re-phrase that. We have the SECOND or MILLISECOND we are in right now. Not even a second is guaranteed to us.
So why the old year and the new year? It's just a way to mark our passage in history. Why choose to do new year's resolutions, instead of new day resolutions?
Truth be told, sometimes we are moving so fast out of our beds we forget that each day is new. Sometimes it feels only like a continual of yesterday's work/problems/insecurities.
But if that was true, then why does God give us another one? He's not a cruel God. The mere fact that we are allowed time to realize mistakes speaks to that.
My guess is that we were supposed to take the words "new day" seriously, and use the "old day" ONLY as a lesson. So learn about your old days, and let there be new.
For the Sun rises after giving us our respite, and we have a new day.
(not to be applicable to those places that have almost constant sun, such as Alaska [I have no idea why that came ot mind, but it did. So it is written].)
Funny thing is, I had no idea what to write when I got on here.
And now I do.
So why the old year and the new year? It's just a way to mark our passage in history. Why choose to do new year's resolutions, instead of new day resolutions?
Truth be told, sometimes we are moving so fast out of our beds we forget that each day is new. Sometimes it feels only like a continual of yesterday's work/problems/insecurities.
But if that was true, then why does God give us another one? He's not a cruel God. The mere fact that we are allowed time to realize mistakes speaks to that.
My guess is that we were supposed to take the words "new day" seriously, and use the "old day" ONLY as a lesson. So learn about your old days, and let there be new.
For the Sun rises after giving us our respite, and we have a new day.
(not to be applicable to those places that have almost constant sun, such as Alaska [I have no idea why that came ot mind, but it did. So it is written].)
Funny thing is, I had no idea what to write when I got on here.
And now I do.
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