Life Continues

It's been a long time since my last blog. I've got a new goal to try to blog once a week--let's see how I do.

During this month, I've planted a garden, taught school, written more of my book, and watched my brother's kittens grow and become more than just balls of fluff that eat and sleep. I've been down on myself a lot this month--I'm not making a difference in people's lives, I'm not dazzlingly beautiful, I'm not dating anybody, I have to commute more than an hour to work, I can't run more than half a mile before I have to stop. But I don't like being a complaining person.

So I'm going to change.

So what that I can't run that far? I want to run in a 5k. I'm going to run as far as I can every day and walk the rest of those three-point-something miles. Eventually, I'll get to 5 kilometers running. So what that I'm not dating anybody--that's partially a hazard of my job--not many single guys in Elementary Education--but I can socialize with members of my church and get to know them better. So what that I'm not a supermodel? I can take care of my body and be more beautiful than I think I am. So what that I have to commute to work? I'm going to apply for jobs closer to home--as soon as I get those stinkin' letters of recommendation--and, hopefully, I'll get a job. If not, I should be happy that I have a job in a good school.

And do I really not make a difference in people's lives? Maybe it's because I can't see that difference that I feel that way. But I can also serve others more frequently, care for them, be there for them.

So here's my thoughts: life continues whether you want it or not. You can complain about it, or you can live it. I want to live it.