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Monday, October 02, 2006

A rolling stone gathers no moss

It's October. When did that happen? One minute, I'm packing up the 2005 Christmas decorations and getting ready for my new church and new job, and the next, I'm bemoaning the upcoming weeks of tortured agonising over the appropriate creative yet meaningful Christmas 2006 family gift purchases.

Reminiscing over the year that was is normal reserved for the pre-New Year lull, but I thought I'd get a head start. This has been a pretty weird year for me and I've narrowed it down to the fact that I haven't obsessed over anything! Yes, I have realised that healthy obsessions are a part of my life and personality. Things are generally going well, albeit pretty normal (whatever "normal" means). Healthy, happy yada yada yada, but circumstances have sucked the hunger and drive out of me in the past 3-6 months or so. I miss learning a new skill or activity. I miss throwing myself into a big ministry project. I miss performing. I miss being around creative people. I miss times I would take a break and sit quietly and analyse things. I miss contrast. Too much grey, not enough black and white.

Meh, sick of talking about me. How are you?



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