What broke my day: Being emotionally torn. Everyone has those decisions. When they have to make an important life choice and don't know what to do. When their heart tells them to take the risk that could end in disappointment but their mind tells them to hold on to their ideals. I'm not going into specifics here because it's a little personal to be telling the whole world my emotional dilemma, but this is a generalization. Now, I'm fine and I don't need to talk about it, I already have so don't go trying to solve my problems. I'm not in a deep depression or anything so don't get all worried about my well being. But let's be honest, everyone in their life will at one time or another have this problem. It's not a fun problem, and it never is. Right now my mind is so filled with the indecision it consumes my thoughts and emotions. These decisions have the tendency to consume you like a dinosaur would. I don't care how Jurassic park portrays it...if you get faced with a Tyrannosaurus Rex you are going to get consumed. One little thought turns into a huge life decision full of inconsistencies. There is no right choice (well there is, but it's not the one you feel you need to follow) and soon that Tyrannosaurus will get you, and in both cases the ending doesn't look pretty. Yes, it's a doom and gloom topic. But having your heart torn with indecision is a worse feeling than dying a slow painful death in a hole that involves clowns, needles, and festering wounds with sand rubbed in them. I just hope that somehow I can hold strong, make the right decision, and prove myself, and the world wrong.
What made my day: Okay, so technically this happened yesterday, and I had an amazing thing happen today, but I only have a specific window of time to write this one, so here we go. Blueberry picking. Tis' blueberry season in Michigan and thus comes the onslaught of everything blueberry. Muffins, pancakes, coffee-cake, pie,fresh and frozen, jams and many more. I'm not a huge fan of blueberries, but they are kinda delicious. Yesterday I went blueberry picking with the fam, as we do almost every year, and it was amazing. I've always been a fan of pick-your own, or fresh from the farm. It makes everything ten times more delicious because you put the effort into getting it, and you know where it comes from. It also brings you back to your roots, makes you feel all healthy, natural, and old-school. Livin' off the land and such. As I was sitting there secretly trying to pick faster than my mother (she's an expert, she did it as a job when she was younger) and trying to protect my bucket from that little bottomless pit named Isaiah I realized something. I really was truly happy right there. I felt so close to nature and oddly enough, God at that moment it was surreal. I felt in touch with everything for some reason. I was spending quality time with my family, and not in front of the TV. I was spending quality time with nature, being all Eco-friendly and pretending I was back to the hunting and gathering days. Also, I was helping teach my nephew valuable lessons, about where food comes from, a good work ethic, and that stealing from my bucket was not appropriate, but stealing from my sister's was perfectly acceptable. Okay, maybe the last one should be rethought. There is nothing better than cupping a bunch of ripe blueberries and having them fall right into your hand. Also, eating them is delicious too...because they don't charge you for the one's you eat while picking. Free food is totally worth it.
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