It is not necessary to change. Survival is not mandatory.
~W. Edwards Deming

If you read regularly, you may have noticed some skips and starts over the last couple of weeks. Well, I’ve had a full class load in addition to 30+ hours a week at work. Now, I know that’s not really all that much, and that lots of other people have dealt with the same thing and get along just fine. All in all, I’m doing alright – but by the end of the week I start to feel like I’ve been running double-days. School, then home to change clothes, then off to work. By the time I get home, I really just want to zone for a while. Not the best response mind, but the one that most readily presents itself :P

I’ve also been doing a bit of thinking. It’s ranged all the way from what I’m planning to do with my life to what I find attractive in a guy. The foundation stones haven’t changed any, but it’s sorta like someone took their thumb and smudged everything else a little. Strange as it may sound, I’m not really perceiving or seeing this as a bad thing.

I’ve been thinking about my faith – how it is grounded in what I know, in what is known, and how it has been built up with the experiences I have had and the things I have learned in the course of my life. It is in my faith that I find the lyrics for the song that has whispered through my life the entirety of the time I have been alive.

And now, I’m learning a bit more about hope. Personally, I see it as the way in which we deal with the future – with the unknowable, that which has yet to be revealed. And I see it as something sensual – learning the movements that flow from acknowledging the gentle pressures and tuggings that lack apparent founding. Hope for me is learning the dance that allows me to live every moment of my life exactly as I want to, exactly as I should, so that I am the most completely me.