Making My Move

The job market is not so hot lately.  The job market in Springfield is dead.  I have a college degree, some international certifications, speak three languages, so what am I doing in Springfield?  Not much.  Moving to Overland Park.  I have prayed about it til I’m blue in the face.  I love Springfield for its safety, the people and the quality of life/low cost of living.  But I’m young, unmarried, no children and hungry for opportunity and a chance to prove myself to the world.  I need a bigger playground and feel that it’s time now.  Now or never.  It’s expensive to move, gee whiz!  I’m going to cry for days over leaving my very good friends, but this is what it has come to.  I wish the City of Springfield would wake up, because they have stopped some of the most lucrative industries from setting up here and there are no jobs available for people like me.  People who love but have to leave to save their careers.  But, it’s only three hours away.  And who knows?  I’m a total optimist, think that OP could be the best thing that ever happened to me!  The blog will continue, but I still need to get to Lafayette, Louisianna today….in fact, VERY shortly, that’s a long drive!   I will be writing, photographing and thinking about many things, so please pray for me.  I have optimism, but faith in God surpasses all understanding.

More Time With God

I suppose spending it in His word, or more in His presence.  I sometimes feel like a wretched being, totally unworthy of God’s love and grace, confused in a world where it’s easy to be so.  I get to thinking negatively and have to remember the positive thinking alone can act as a bandage much of the time.  I say things I don’t mean, because I have a tongue.  I see things I don’t want to see, because I have eyes.  I hear things I don’t want to hear and try not to take them to heart and most of the time it works…but what about the 99 percent of the time (I should at least be honest about falling short 99.9 percent of the time!) when my heart crumbles and I feel like falling on my face? 

I had a moment like that, well, two actually, driving back from Oklahoma City.  I’ve been sleeping fine, just less lately.  I’ve been reading quite a bit and mulling over in my head what God really wants….I feel safe and capable here, but not tested and it’s almost time to move on down the road, I can feel it.  I’ve been in Springfield over two and a half years and am getting that itch.  I was in college for two and a half years, graduated and moved on.  This is like chapter 3….chapter 1 being life before 18, chapter 2 being college, chapter three being my early start in the Real World (ouch that slap in the face!) and well, that would make this chapter 4.  What about chapter 4?

I prayed about that a lot and am going to continue to pray about it, to meditate about it.  I think and hope Chapter 4 will be better than Chapter 3, because now begins the meat of the story, the middle.  That’s assuming I’ll live to the expected average American age.  Although, strangely, I don’t want to anticipate that.  I’m okay with less, I’m okay with more…but I want the years to be quality NOT quantity.  I like things but not a LOT of things.  I like success and in any amount.  I like ice cream but not TOO MUCH.  I like hundred degree days, but not a LOT of them. So, I like life, I rather love it, but the older I get the more I’m becoming excited about ETERNITY.

So, I prayed about that.  About 12:10, and I can remember the feeling, remember driving down I-44 right outside Tulsa, my eyes swelling with teardrops, alone but NOT alone , thinking wow, somewhere, someone is praying for me and I know it.  And I had total peace, but also know that whomever that was KNOWS, must know what is really going on in my life. 

It’s AWESOME, but I’m at a definite crossroads of faith, lifestyle, desire, career, finance, fear and doubt (to slight degrees) and wanting to climb higher and reach farther and explore more of what God has in store for me.  But it’s tough to accept some of it in human will……mostly hard to stomach.  I figure at best, God will grant me pass to eternal life in heaven and at worst he’ll still love me, encourage me, keep me safe and draw me close every time I fall apart……but the unconditional love works the opposite for me and it really does make me want to find out how to get more……I guess that’s where prayer, devotion, meditation, selflessness, empathy, servitude, listenership and cognitive reconciliation come in to play.  Man, life with God is so good.  Why isn’t it so clear every day?!

I suppose THIS ONE requires a backhoe or something, because this thought is something I’m going to be digging on a while….trying to find more ‘gold’ and more of what I felt today, because it would be beyond measure to be so covered and love like that ALL THE TIME!

 

Digging on…….to be continued…..

Oooklahoooooma!

This weekend was so much fun!  I followed Adam with his Uhaul to Oklahoma city Friday afternoon, where we met up with his old friends and climbed the bell tower at Oklahoma Christian University (his alum) and then moved his stuff into his new house with his roommate.  I got the honor of choosing the guest room (for my sleeping bag ) and we went to Whataburger for french fries and gravy right before midnight.  I got up at five Saturday morning and drove to Norman, OK, where my friends Blake and Lauren live.  They are both in their final year of law school at OU and Blake is (D) while Lauren is (R).  Made for GREAT discussion on the way back from our trip.  I am attaching pictures, but we biked from 7a.m. til about 4p.m. 100.25 miles to McAlester, Oklahoma.  We saw at least three specimens of Roadkill every mile, equating to an extinction of Possums and Raccoons, one pig, several squirrels and a dog….THAT one was sad.  We stopped for lunch in Holdenville, a little after 12 noon.  For the life, we couldn’t find a place, though they hid everything really well in Holdenville and we ended up at a grease grenade restaurant that reminded me of Karen’s Kitchen in taste and just about as lively as Tribune, that town!  It was just like home, even windly.  Really, we got blessed with the good fortune of great weather, since it didn’t get above eighty degrees and was overcast most of the day.  Lunch was well-digested and we surely burned 5000 Kcalories, no doubt. 

 

…oooh!  Wait a sec, Glenn Beck is playing in the background, talking about Gog and Magog!  Russia and Iran’s alliance plus China and Lybia.  I’m glad someone else is finally saying something!  It’s VERY interesting, but I’ve been reading into the reasoning of foreign policy with those nations and Gog and Magog in Revelation…..oh, and I think much of it was first evidenced with the Pylonium 210 poisoning of the former KGB agent…..remember last year? …Russia should NOT be allowed at the G8!  My gosh, this belongs on another email and on my blog!  I’ve got some great research ……

 

 

Back to the story.  So, we found several interesting signs, roadways, Blake had the only mishap, a flat tire, and Lauren and I both got our occasional burst of caffeine via carbonated sodas!  We had a great time, Blake even having been kind enough to make us breakfast, organize the trip, plan our tour (he’s a great guide!) and keep it together when we were tired.  Lauren is going to the Hotter’n'Hell Hundred next week….I can’t remember if Blake is….but she is an incredible biker, didn’t even wear clipless shoes and still whooped me on the bike!  I guess it’s a good indicator to stick to running as long as possible! 

We were rescued by Blake’s ever so sweet girlfriend, Amanda.  I don’t think I was ever so glad to be picked up on the side of the highway….lol!  She drove us to Gail and Jerry’s house (Blake’s roommates parents) where they graced us with the chance to shower and clean up.  They were without a doubt, two of the kindest people I’ve ever met and very open-hearted!  If I have the resources, I’d love to treat them to the meal we got! 

We drove back in to McAlester for dinner at Pete’s pasta place……YUM!  Endless Spaghetti and meatballs, other meats, raviolis, bread, salad, beverages, and even a cute waiter, whom I hope sends Lauren nice thoughts!   The fellowship was the best and the food was very delectable.  I think as a kid, we had spaghetti twice a week at home, but THAT was perfect for the moment….I think dirt would have tasted good at that point.  It was merely an issue of replenishment. 

We settled back in after giving hugs (Blake’s mom, brother and other friends joined us) and headed back to Norman.  The ride home was one of adventure, since we stopped back by the Canadian River bridge for Amanda to see, to gather red dirt for my geocaching in other states, and we had some good photo ops at sunset. 

After leaving the bridge, we made a few more pit stops…and I wish that Kevin could have been along on this trip, because it was pure adventure and joyous….and started a night journey, knowing Maggie Moo’s was at the end. 

Blake and Lauren are two of the most intelligent twenty-somethings I have had the privelege to meet and I opened what I fear was a can of worms in that vehichle.  You see, entertainment and enlightenment crossed paths.  I asked a few questions about morality, universal health care, ethnic issues, law and Constitution, then sat back for the most part and drank the dialogue.  I think both Lauren and Blake know their arguements well, know what they believe and why, and both vote.  They are both Great Americans and will be lawyers/agents I’d be obliged to do business with.  The discussion wasn’t even truly rhetoric, because there was thoughtful consideration lent to both sides of each issue.  I found out some things about myself, too. 

For instance, I have worked in health care and know much of the system, how it works, why it is decrepit, but at the same time am strongly opposed to Universal Health care.  Blake is in favor.  Lauren is opposed.  I wanted to ask both about education more specifically, but Lauren and I agreed that government has no place in education or personal aspects of living such as health care, finance, education, or rights vs. liberties.  Blake was rather good at arguing his points for favor of government regulation, standard of care for all, and flat tax.  We can all agree on flat tax, but I have thoughts as to how different taxation combined with streamlined health care could work, though I am still a capitalist at heart.   I won’t go much more in detail, suffice it to say that both are intellectual and Blake and Lauren are loaded with potential and youthful zest in their beliefs that I wish more Americans could grasp.  Kudos to them!

Now, when we got back to Norman it was almost 10:00 and we walked into Maggie Moo’s ice cream shop as Dara Torres was winning a silver medal.  We hung around to finish ice cream, watch Phelps and the team scoop up another Gold (completing his mission) and have a little more good chat.

Back at Blake’s, we all unpacked, debriefed and noted that the day was, indeed, fun.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat!  The company was the best, the weather was perfect, my body was a little stiff on tonight’s run, and it was the perfect refuge to be in the beautiful outdoors of Oklahoma with friends and with God. 

When I drove back to Edmond, I talked with Kevin for a good long while, stopped at the Capitol building at night, wishing I had a camera, and checked my low front tire.  The air was still, a slight bit arid and I wanted to kiss the stars, because they were actually visible in spite of a cloudy day.  The sky was tinged with a cool dew, since the mornings are growing a little chillier and I love that!  I made it back, got gas and stayed up til close to 2:30 to talk with Adam.  What a friend he is!  I mean, this guy is swell.  I hope only the best for Adam, because we’ve been friends since I moved here, and because he is always patient and waiting on God, understanding and very introspective about his decisions, as well as just a very talented individual.  I am glad we met and hope we’ll be lifelong friends, because I believe God has put some incredible people in my life and Adam is certainly one of them. I keep praying that he’ll find a good girl, but know that God’s timing is sychronous with our living in His will.  So, I hope this is the beginning of a fruitful journey for Mr. Cole.  And I will vow to return the kindness and consideration and fun spirit as much as possible!

I have a lot of praying to do, mostly Thanks giving, thanks moreover for Molly and Josh’s new beautiful baby!, but also some changes to think about perhaps making.  Changes in many ways, but for now, I’m relishing the fact that I am blessed to know the people that comprise the salt of the earth, the young leaders that I admire and the joy of our youth and sense of adventure.  This weekend will be one of those that lingers…….only to hopefully be revisited

 

 

Blake and Lauren at the Canadian River–woohoo!

Holding Holdenville in our hands!

Items in the News, Funny First, Serious Last so you don’t think about those..

1.  A home in detroit sold for $1.  It was on the market for 14 days.  Seriously, though.  Have you ever been to Detroit?  Would you actually want to be stuck to the taxes for any worthless property up there?  Ha!

2.  Cassini Space craft captured a moon near Saturn that appeared to have creivces formerly filled with water at its South Pole-is the phenom geologically possible?

3.  A Cryptozoologist has unearthed an 85-year-old ‘Bigfoot’ and is keeping it in his freezer.  This from the Ape Conservation Society and reminiscent of Sir Edmund Hillary in the 1950s.

4.  What is the connection between the recent deaths of Democratic supporters or officials?  What in the world is the idea behind triggering a conspiracy theory and who is responsible?  (e.g. Timothy Dale Johnson who shot the Little Rock Democrat yesterday..)  This is frightening stuff…makes me think I want to RUN away from politics!  Now, I can kind of understand the need or want for a metal detector at the Springfield Busch Municipal Building and the City Council Chambers.  I’d be scared out of my mind, like being not-too-well-known!

5.   Condi says the U.S. will stand by Georgia in the ongoing conflict in Ossetia with Russia.  Meanwhile, Israel said they’d give a heads-up before any airstrikes or ground attacks in the West Bank.  Here we go again…….

Back to Geekiness and Loving it

It has taken a little over five years to relocate my personality and I finally about have it mastered.  Whatever Anorexia robbed from me has mostly been re-established.  But it might also be that all those miles I log, all the sun and heat have finally taken their toll:)

At midnight, I was wiped out from the day and from my workouts, but still restless in thought.  So, I turned on Coast to Coast a.m. when I chucked at the topic of the radio show….unveiling a new UFO case.  Okay, so I’m a nerd.  Almost wanted to stop off at the spooklight on the way home form Tulsa Sunday night.  I don’t necessarily buy into all that stuff, but find it wildly entertaining.  The kind of things people who live in dirt mounds in the deep mountains lend their free thoughts to…

But I fell onto my bed with a copy of a neurobiology book in one hand (I need to know a few things about caffeoil-quinic acid and drug effects on pituitary imbalances).  The other hand helnd Thomas Friedman’s “Lexus and the Olive Tree”.  It’s odd that I own that book, but I also have copies of Ayn Rand’s “Fountainhead” and “Atlas Shrugged” amid my collection of Republican literature and biographies of iconic historical figures and foreign language books.

The Lexus and the Olive Tree opens my eyes to the way the “dark side” thinks…..crooked liberal philosophy and rhetoric.  Never ind what I believe about the current political menagerie!  I lso was baffled at some of the chapter titles: 

3.  The Walls Come Tumbling Down

4.  Microchip Immune Deficiency

8.  Globalution

12.  Winners Take All

So, in short, I’m a geek, but loving it…because I’m having to exercise both the Right and Wrong side of my mind…..politispeak

Following Russia Vs. Georgia is like a knock-out NFL Contest…

Except that it is more closely reminiscent of the 1968 Czechoslovakian Invasion by Russia.  What are the implications?  I’ve had this discussion with several people.  Oh, but before that, Rush Limbaugh today (caught his show while I was running) had a GREAT parody on Michael Phelps’ huge carbon footprint.  He makes me feel quite wimpish, sigh, because my daily intake is steady around 4500 calories, sometimes more on weekends.  Always muching!

Anyhow, getting back to the former USSR territories….

I think Russia is guilty.  It’s something I liken to how Springfield chose the new city Manager.  ahem….

When Medvedev was put into power, Putin simply stepped behind the stage curtain for a while.  Now it’s his turn to play Devil behind the scenes and ruin life for Medvedev, to present to our Nation a reason that we’ll probably either think we have to get involved or that we WILL get involved.  Truthfully, I can understand the border war, the Commie powers at work and I’m no Red.  I am learning Russian just to be on the safe side, but I’m also learning Italian…not that Moussolinni is coming back for any of us.  I do need to look up the spelling there….

I think Georgia having independence has gotten on Russia’s nerves.  Similar to our Freedom getting on Mexico’s nerves and maybe that is a really strong roundabout reason for these nations to come back on the ones that have found power and independence, perhaps even squandered it like the last few generations of Americans have.  Sigh. 

On one hand, it’s a cultural war.  On another hand, it’s a cognitive dissonance and a power struggle.  It makes me want to keep running, maybe to escape the chaos.  It also makes me aware of the motives and timelines ever more so.  I mean, notice that the Olympics, which are holding the world captive for now, are going to end August 24th.  Then comes the Democratic National Convention with Nasty Pelosi and the complete Obamanation (I love Jerome Corsi’s new book, by the way)  that will strom the U.S. A. with defamation and derilitude.  Bleh!

The September1-4 Republican National Convention probably won’t be any resolution and I will actually be near Detroit that time, so might catch up with a few political hubbub gatherings.  Right now, I kind of want to escape, hide in a hole while the next two weeks are calm and uneventful.

 

But, after the world has given its attention back to life, and after the start of NFL season and the first Chiefs loss, maybe things will become very heated.  I just would hate to see my friends called to stand guard in a terrible ridden place like Georgia when they could be here earning a living and enjoying Freedom and Liberty.  I think Russia needs to cool it!  I think if they don’t like Communism, they need to have a civil uprising like none the world has ever seen, to overthrow the Commies and then maybe China would do the same…..oh, that reminds me of a friend I taught English to at PItt State….from Taiwan.  She explained the similar thing that occurred between China and Taiwan because China was jealous of the Freedom and Independent…separation from Communist Rule.  It only makes sense that they are so miserable they’d want the best that independent and entrepreneurial, successful nations have.  Also interesting how history does keep repeating itself. 

So, I guess all I can say to that is:  We’ve been warned!  Now we just wait.

Distance and the Rural Roads

Kevin and I outside the House of Blues

Sculpture Near DART, reminds me of Jurassic Park meets Area 51

House of Blues Performance

Cityscape

ARchiTecTUre

Whiterock, I’ll see you for the Marathon in December!

I left for The Big D Friday morning, so was away from the blog all weekend.  That is going to be a regular habit for the next few months, because it is simply necessary.  I need to be removed and follow my heart to greater places than a computer and a chair.

The clock woke me at 0400 hours and I got in the car and drove to Tulsa. The flight was short and sweet, rather quiet and a business atmosphere.   I appreciate flying, as I often get bored with the road and love those little packages of peanuts because they are such a tease to my tastebuds and insatiable appetite.  But, as the plane landed, I noticed it was an hour early.  I caught a cab with a scruffy middle-aged man, beard and all, in the foggy, overcast city.  Forgetting to bring smaller bills and having spent my change on the toll booth East of Tulsa, I had to request a ‘pit stop’ at a quick mart…..though the cabbie was kind about it, surely sad he wasn’t going to get an $18 tip!

I met Kevin at his office and thought it was only three days since the move, it felt like eons had passed.  I am glad now to be so busy, because it helps to pass the time and make the distance very bearable…..I’m guilty of being a first-timer when it comes to dating through distance.  I do like that it lends to adventure and travel, though that is really all I am glad for about it. 

I had found a 5k to run in McKinney Saturday morning, but chose to parouse Dallas while I had the afternoon to wait for a companion.  The bus system was efficient, but reminded me all too much of Springfield.  I read every newspaper in Dallas, from Dallas and met up with Kevin again for my first cajun lunch, hardly the calibur of his own cooking……a little shack called “Shuck and Jive” with tasty little fried pickels

The rest of the afternoon, I was lost in the world market and Greeneville Avenue, but eager for a good weekend.  IT was sweltering hot…104 degrees every day.  Makes me appreciate what lies north of the Mason-Dixon line.  We watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympic Games and readied for the next day.

The 5k ended and we met and chatted with the Mayor of McKinney, very nice!  Then we drove around, made it downtown and I dragged poor Kevin all around Dallas…..near the art museum and the Sculpture Garden…MUST figure out where and when or how I can post all these photos on the blog!  We had a tasty lunch and kept cool in the shade, indoors, then went out to his boss’ wedding party…a post-ceremonial reception in a nice neighborhood with a Fish Fry theme.   It was delightful!  Sunday, oh, Sunday was fabulous!

We had brunch at the House of Blues in downtown Dallas.  It was a Gospel brunch and I was thoroughly impressed.  First, by the fact that Kevin was so thoughtful!  Second, by how great we looked together, dressed to kill and full of excitement and smiles that couldn’t disappear.  The show knocked me off my feet and the food was better than even Kevin’s cooking, I dare say as good as my Grandmother’s own cooking, and THAT is GOOD stuff! (Ha! Ha! Ha!  We caught a young man and his photo that WILL BE IN THE MULLET FILES!)

We spent the remainder of the day resting in the shade, driving a little, went to Whiterock Lake, the World Market again, and ice cream.  Let me just say, the hardest part was saying ‘Goodbye’.  I had forgotten how to cry, at least til I met Kevin.  The tears are only good tears, but for a few hours it felt like having my heart ripped out and pulled along with a twine string.  It made me frightened, determined and anxious moreso than ever.  At the same time, the whole weekend was gratifying, satisfying and enthralling.  My heart beat outside my chest for the greater majority of the time, but also because it is so nice to be respected, treated like a lady (though I can be rough around the edges and pretend to be tough all the time), and to be loved despite stranger quirks no one should ever have to know. 

So, on returning more anxious, excited and firghtened, I can’t say those are bad emotions.  It fills my mind with thoughts, heart with music, lips with lyrics, hands with a few pastels, feet with speed for a eagerness to pass the time, knowing the milestones are easier to measure than days……

And perhaps tomorrow, I’ll have to write about the young lady I sat next to on the return flight…..a complete carbon copy, just brunette and slightly more refined than I…………..I do believe in God and believe in angels, but it was just crazy, the timing!

Ode to Kevin

Kevin,

When you read this, Thank You for being a friend,

Thank you for teaching be to love again,

Thank you for making me unafraid;

You are a Carbon Leaf.

I revel with you and relish your company.

Your music feeds my soul like water and air,

The way you think is so quirky and perfect because it is the same;

You get me and I get you….we level so well.

Thank you for making me feel beautiful,

And may I only return the kindness and favor to you tenfold.

Your goals are realistic and, in that respect, inspiring.

The way you listen, the way you hug me in your arms,

The level of compassion and the way you care…

You are amazing.

I’m glad for the strange way we met,

And excited for this new adventure.

If you’re not watchful, you might just become my earthly hero.

I miss you and thank you, most of all appreciate you

And Thank God for you.

Pressure Cooker

The 29th World Olympic Games carry on and I am paying close attention as thought it were NFL season and life was riding on the 50-yard line.  Luckily, that is immediately following the Games.  I do liken the Games to what is going on in the world, though.  I love the correlation between politics, religion, sport and news.  I do also feel that the Earth, on the whole, becomes a little more dynamic with each advent and overturn of the faithful aparatus that athletes present.  Of course, I am going to leverage myself to becoming an athlete, a contender for the Olympics or at least make headway through the trials in the next couple of years.  I do want to remain so in-touch with all things, though.

It’s interesting how the ever-changing face of representation of nations occurs in parallel with the increasing global economy and infrastructure dissolution.  I find it fascinating that the events of the Games can not only capitave entire continents, but can leave no resolute judgement left to those who follow little else.  As though we were all fixated on cleanching a simple medal, victory.  Of course, ask one of the Olympians and they will tell you that they are quite prideful and exuberant on the whole. 

Meanwhile, around the world, there was an outbreak of crisis between Russia (now Communist Nation) and Georgia (separate entity and former member of the USSR with democratic rule).  This is a major wheel of controversy that one might have only guessed would ensue with the Olympics.  This is also the most relevant games since I can remember after Atlanta (the bombing) in 1996 and far more heightened than Sydney in 2000.  At the viewing of the opening ceremony, I noticed all the highest of high delegates from each of the participating nations’ governments all in the same facility.  Goodness knows there was high stress.  Then, recall that when Iran entered the arena, there was little support, understandably!

I wonder if and how many people catch other things, too, such as the Tropical Storms, Volcanic Ash shutting down more than 40 flights in ALASKA……hmmm, THAT is an interesting and relevant correlation of global stress levels!  Israel is working to set up camp in the West Bank/Gaza Strip….also INTERESTING!  Voting reform in Bolivia, Floods in Vietnam of Mass Proportion, Economics……gains for the Dollar, dropping Gold and a crumbling European Union….which is a puzzling development as I understand it in prophecy.

But, the Games are a great distraction.  I just advise people to pay close attention.  All these things leave great room for politics to become heated and hairy…no punn on the whole Edwards Situation…….

I’ve got my own opinions about where our focus and interests should be vested, but I am just as much a citizen who enjoys simply living.  Live simply so others can simply live….

I enjoyed a weekend of no news, imaginative escapades in the streets of Dallas, great food, a few (35 or so) miles of running on gorgeous terrain, a crisp and ethereal summer afternoon at full sunshine and eighty-four degrees outdoors covered in beams of solar radiation, enveloped in smells of baking flower petals and a few moments of careless escape to Thank God that I can be alive and that I can hop on a plane to seek and find love, happiness and adventure…..

So, despite all that goes on, all that WE ought to collectively be aware of, I also want to put out a disclaimer that it is SO absolutely necessary to enjoy the Freedom…why else defend it?!

Wanting to be Better-A selfish trait?

I figured on writing something a little less sentimental before heading to the pool.  It is zone time.  Time to get in the zone.  I needed a reprieve from emotions and from the chaos of life on a Monday.  Glorious chaos!

Kevin heard me through most of the schpeel Saturday night as we sat in his apartment on the majical couch (makes you feel like you’re sitting on air and being cuddled!) watching Michael Phelps, Dara Torres and the entirety of the Beach Volleyball, Court Volleyball and other olympians compete.  I had to let him in on a secret that I’ve dared not let out. 

I’m going to be at the games in 2012.  That’s just all I can resolve.  I am tired of being mediocre in every sense of the word.  But, something like that comes at a very high price.  Lost hours of social life, lost politics, lost literature and well-roundedness.  OR is that really so?  I’d learn ten languages just to go. I’d meet the greats in the world of sport and have tea with huge delegates.  I’d do it like Ryan Hall….for the Glory of God.  Read his story in this month’s issue of Runner’s World!

I think it would be fun and if it is going to happen, it should happen now, at this great point in life where I have youth, energy, no children, no large equity.  I told Kevin all this and I love him endlessly for listening.  But I have the heart for it all.  A heart that beats wildly with fervor and passion over so many things.  A heart that was once weak, now is strengthened and empowered by the ability to overcome.  I don’t think I’m anything marvelous….but I think that God created me for a purpose, a marvelous purpose.  I wonder if that is it and wonder how wise it is to listen to my heart. 

This will be a night full of writing, after catching up on the Georgia conflict, defragmenting my hard drive and slipping into the placid lane for 4000 meters of rigor.  I have so much in my heart to share, just mostly the heart full of desire and moreover the heart that is longing to change the world for good and good alone.  A heart that belongs to Kevin, because we had the best weekend, at least of my life, and because it is so wonderful to be listened to and loved to that degree.  I suppose he earned brownie points with a few compliments, but it’s more that we connect on a mental level of wanting the best life has to offer and the youthful zest to simply go out and get it!