Are you going to live like it?

Hope posted this today from a dream she'd had.

It was particularly deeply striking, after a conversation I'd had today.

What College Are You?

The results of this one made me chuckle. Partly because the statements are fairly true to who I am. But mostly because Reed is the school that Donald Miller talks about in "Blue Like Jazz". It's the school featured in one of my favorite scenes in that book - the confession booth scene - a scene that I loved for the backwardness of grace that it demonstrated.

You Are Reed

You love learning for its own sake, even more the most people. You believe that education is all about the experience... not about the degree. You prefer to go to an institution with other serious students and accessible professors. You rather be with people who are truly interested in ideas, not in showing how smart they are.

What College Are You?

Oh What a Day....

These song lyrics to "Oh What a Day" by Ingrid Michaelson have been resonating in some ways today since I heard it again while my roommate and I were driving in the mountains. While I certainly haven't kissed a bad love relationship goodbye, I'm feeling some of the sentiment in terms of the need to move on from some other things in my life.

Oh what a day is today
Nothing can stand in my way
Now that you've shipped out from under my skin
I think I'm ready to win

Oh what a night is tonight
I think I'm ready to fight
Now that my broken bones all have been healed
I think I'm starting to feel

Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good

Oh what a way that we died
Plenty of tears were supplied
My eyes are wrung out and dry as a bone
And I taste much better alone

Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good

Oh you know I moved away
From the other side of the door
I don't have to wait anymore for you to come home
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good
Something good

Huh.

This was another one of those days. It turned out better than I thought it might, but it was hard.

I'm really looking forward to tomorrow morning and collecting a hug from a dear friend.

And I'm thankful that I have one more day off before I return to work.

I could use a few more than that still, but I'll take what I can get.

Plans changed again

So, this weekend, I'm having to be flexible with my plans.

Have I mentioned that that is not a strength of mine? I like plans. I usually build some leeway into them, but I definitely prefer them not to change.

This time away has been harder and less restful than anticipated for a variety of reasons.

I'm looking forward to collecting a hug from a very dear friend tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm in no shape to drive, and badly needing to get out of the city, so my roommate and I are doing a bit of shopping, and then she's volunteered to drive us to a favorite spot of mine in the mountains so we can spend the afternoon there.