In my recurring nightmare, I am actually moving. I am running as fast as I can. But, despite my best efforts, everyone is passing me.
Good God, signing up for a 5k might have been a huge mistake. It feels like the equivalent of purposely going onstage and attempting to perform a piece that quit rehearsing weeks ago or jumping out a window because I once had a dream that I could fall far better than I could fly.
Well, the good news is that there is a lot of room to not be so dumb.
That prayer doesn’t apply to me. Unbelief is not the current issue. The problem is that every time I think I might want to be a Christian, I run into one.
People will trick you into believing that you’re talented if you pay them enough. That’s why I never developed any sort of trust in my professors.
A quick interaction with the customers and employees of Forever 21 remind me that while I’m not particularly happy to get older, I’m so glad I’m not 21.
“Well, the Lord rested on the seventh day and he got enough rest for all of us.”
Somewhere on the timeline, late in the twenties, you make a conscious effort to stop doing the things that make you regret your life choices.