The past few months I have explored other methods of reflection. Like yoga. I'm terrible at yoga. Or songwriting. I like that one, though I'm not exceptional at that either. I think I'll continue using both, in addition to the occasional blog and furious journal scribbles that I shove in nooks and crannies of my bible.
Once I listened to this message from a guy who randomly told about how he met his wife. He said the first thing he told her was that she shouldn't shove things into her Bible because it would ruin the binding. For one of their anniversaries he had her Bible rebound, kind of as a joke but also to say, "I told you so".
I don't know when this happened, but I love the taste of beer. It's delicious. I never believed people when they said they drank beer because they like the taste, until recently. It was a complete surprise that I still don't understand.
Packing your things is incredibly sad. Especially when you are leaving your work place. You wonder if you made any difference and marvel at how all your efforts fit into one or two boxes.
As corny as it sounds, I love doing stupidly dangerous things. I read in a book once that kids stop playing on playgrounds because they aren't dangerous enough. For a while they come up with creative ways to make the playground as dangerous as possible... Flinging themselves off of the swing set, trying to flip off of the balance beam, etc. But soon they can't think of anything new and they just stand around as far away from adult supervision as possible and talk with their friends until recess is over. Do people grow out of that and I missed it? I'm still trying to launch myself off the swings, it seems.
