Well, it seems like I have many “problems” and I don’t want to deal with the solution because it’s too much… it’s just too much; so I find myself complaining a lot.

I have had to limit the time I spend with certain people because of their effect on me.  There is one person that I would love to spend more time with, but when I’m with him he always seems to find a way to tell me that I used to be a lot cooler.  He says things like:  What’s wrong?  Why don’t you trust me?  Why are you so quiet?

I can only respond:  Nothing’s wrong, I just don’t have anything uplifting to say in this conversation.  I don’t trust people who always think there is something wrong with me.  I’m so quiet because I have no way to respond positively to what you’re talking about.

So I just walk away.  It’s easier than telling him that I’ve changed.  Years went by and I got older.  I got wiser.  I have nothing to complain about.  So…  maybe I’m just um.  A list just came to mind.

Scared of rejection
Scared of hurting you
Scared of …  a big head?  (Thinking of myself higher than I ought to.)
Scared of getting hurt
Scared of being scared.

So, like I said, it’s easier just to walk away.  But I know that that’s not the solution.  I should be…  bold, of great courage, encouraging… etc.

I know that I haven’t really been putting a lot on here lately.  It’s mostly because of this.  And…  this post started over on my “secret blog” but then I decided to put it on my “not so secret” blog.

Anywho…

I don’t know where I’m going with this.  So here’s a question:

What do I have to complain about when I serve a God that loves me so much that He makes sure that my ever need is met?

Last night I was trying to share some stuff in group and I got kind of cut off, it was probably an accident, but I want to finish that.

My week started off crappy on Sunday when my battery drained because I left my headlights on.  I got a ride to and from prayer service, and when I got home I found out that my neighbor’s “baby daddy” is one of the few people I was allowed to talk to when I was with my ex.  It was odd.  She had been talking about him and blahblahblah, and turns out, I knew him.

So that sort of turned things around.

On Monday I was late to work because the person who was going to help me jump my car was late and had to rush out the door.  So I got someone else to come and give me a jump and as I was attaching the cables to the helper’s car, I noticed that I was standing in a giant fire ant hill.

So I get them all off of me and go to Starbucks.

Is the Pumpkin Spice Latte back yet?  No…  no, it sure isn’t.  So I got a regular soy latte and went to work.  Late.

I decided on Monday that I wasn’t going to let my circumstances choose my mood, so I started smiling.

Well, it worked.  I’ve had a great week.  Things have really been so uneventful…  it’s great.

I don’t really have anything else to share, so I’m done.

It’s the perfect excuse.  “No, that wasn’t me, it was my fart spray!”

So…  I think this is funny, you probably don’t.

I like secrets…

So here is another one!