Birthday weekend: Day 2

I have a TV in my room. This is so cool. And the remote? It's magnetic, so I can stick it to my desk, or the guitar head of my CD rack right near my computer - and it stays. So cool.
I also got one of these. Which is awesome.

Dad, Jeremy and I had an early dinner at Sonora. Watching commercials on mute while having very delicious appetizers is sort of a tradition for us. Totally those small things (a la Good Will Hunting) you remember for pretty much ever.

Today was a weird day. I really just needed to say that. (And this post is going to change tenses and probably persons many times, and probably overuse the word 'and', but just bear with me, okay? I'm sleepy.)

It's hard to get older when you are sort of without a sense of direction. It seems like everyone around me is moving forward and I'm just sort of stopped, daydreaming, watching... maybe even a little dazed.
It's just one of those times, a phase, where I feel like God is far away. I don't mean I'm doubting Him or anything like that, it's just.... Like there are so many other things going on in the world that He's a little busy for my tiny issues and my whole reluctance to the inevitability of growing up and all that that entails. I realise that it's God I'm talking about here and the whole "if he can see every sparrow that falls to the ground" thing is a little too worn to make much of an impact, I'm also sure there are plenty of people in the same position... But that isn't really much of a comfort either.

I was talking to my brother Jeremy today, about this - and my general discouragement with life as of late - and he said some very... inspiring... things. About God, the universe, ambition, inspiration, and life in general that I know I've been needing to hear.
The healing will be slow, I can tell, but at least it's begun.

Then I had a very pleasant evening with an old buddy of mine, containing pizza, the Mills, a new watch, a couple of cookies, this CD-- And now, exhaustion.

Still a whole birthday weekend ahead...

An Underage Toast

So I was going to wait until I could make a new (and decidedly less cheesy) header before I officially started this thing - but a Worley wedding is about to take place.... And since I can't attend and there are some things that need saying, I may as well start here:

The Worleys are real-life heroes. Unbeknownst to them, I looked thier way many of the times I had nearly lost all hope in people over the last year. It's been a rough one, guys... I must say. And, somehow, selfish as it feels to assert, the encouragement (if only in the form of similar struggles) that I found in the words of these two people seemed like it was just for me. Like God used them to keep me from getting lost in myself.
Now, I don't know if that's true, but who does?

Tonight is all about Seth and Arley. About them being real, and loved, and about all the incredible things they'll accomplish as the God who brought them together sits wondering at His own awesomeness in doing so.

So, thanks to Seth and Arley, many happy returns, a joyous wedding, an Indy marathon, and a long, prosperous life together in this mad mad mad mad world.

Mazel tov.