One might be tempted to think that riding a horse was generally a passive action. The horse is the one doing the walking after all. One might be tempted to think that as long as you don’t fall off that there would be no adverse effects. One might be wrong.
If the horse only walks (the first of several speeds the horse has to chose from) then the presumptions might hold true, but as the horse kicks into the higher gears and then turns on the afterburners known as a gallap, things tend to change slightly as can be attested to by my sore back and bruise rear-end. My walking style has closly approximated that of someone closing in on 100.
Its ok though, cause that horse can fly, and unlike those silly roller-coasters the kids are so found off, you don’t know exactly what he is going to do. Adrenaline rush.
I have let you, my faithful reader(s) down. I have gone multiple days with not so much as a peep from me. Well actually I don’t eat peeps anymore. I have held a special dislike for them since Easter 2004 when, during the Encounter (Kids) service, I wore a large pink bunny suit and stuffed my face full of them for three hours. They lost their appeal. The preceding story has nothing to do with what I planned on talking about today.
I actually didn’t have anything planned to talk about today so you are likely to get a lot of this kind of rambling. Activity wise, I haven’t really been doing a lot. I go to play practice a lot. I sleep a little. And I go to Clemson to hang out with the supa kewl people I know up there. That is about it. I am very purposefully not working until this fall.
I have gone through much of my life thinking that I absolutly had to wear socks if I wore shoes, and I was wrong. I recently taken up this habit along with wearing shorts, which I gave up sometime around the time I graduated from high school last millinium. Don’t ask me why I did it, cause I don’t know. Maybe it was just a whim.
You should go here and listen to the melodious sounds of Lee McDerment because they are indeed melodious. Chromio and Juliet is a favorite. For those not in the know, Lee is the worship leader at New Spring. You should come.
I just wanted to let everyone know that I will be performing in a production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat this summer in Greenwood, SC.
For those of you not particularly up on your Andrew Lloyd Webber broadway musicals this is an extremely active and fun telling of the story of Joseph of Genesis fame and his oh-so-colorful outer garments. The show will run June 17,18,24,25,30 and July 1,2 at 8PM. There will also be 3PM showings on June 25,26 and July 2. If you want to make reservations, and I would suggest you do so, call 864.229.5704. It should be noted that this is most likely the last time I will appear on stage in SC and possibly anywhere for a good while.
My only request is that if you do come, you must stay the extra five minutes so I can say hello after the show.
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As has been made completely clear from the last several post graduation for an institute of higher learning has now come and gone. There are those who among us (beth being one) who are completely overjoyed at this transition. I am not one of them. I liked being a student. I didn’t always enjoy being in class, but I liked being a student. I liked the life I was living. I am still close to home. I had a good place to live. I have a great church. I have even greater friends.
For many of the people that I know, they can completely enjoy the end of school because it signifies only the end of classes, homework, and exams. Except for the obvious change in their main activity everyday, their life remains largely the same: the same spouses, many of the same friends, the same churches, the same cities and states.
For some of us, graduate brings with it not only a piece of paper and a change of vocation, but a point where once again we must uproot and start our lives over again. Sure this could be good; it could be exciting, but it is definitly scary. The saying goes “The grass is always greener on the other side,” but what if I think the grass is pretty darn green on the side I am on now?
This is why I had a hard time deciding what to do post-graduation. I knew I needed to leave, but I also knew I didn’t want to…