Completely...

I had a few very interesting discussions today, one where I was completely sober riding in a car with Craig and one where I was a bit tipsy talking to Kyle. Both involved priorities. I’m an old fart these days, attempting to put life into perspective continually. It gets tough at times, especially when considering options and various paths. There is an odd amalgamation of being content with whatever happens in life, be it bad or good, the result of poor decisions or good decisions, while also learning the lessons that the mistakes and victories are there to teach.

Take, for instance, college. For me it has been one long road. Seven years for a bachelor degree? I’m always reminded of TOMMY BOY when Richard says that people who go to college for that amount of time are called doctors. So at times, of course, I’m significantly downtrodden regarding my extended stay in schooling. I regret poor decisions about registration, attendance, and expenditures. But then I also think about all of the incredible people I would not have met had I finished on time. I think of the wonderful experiences that I have shared with these people. I am definitely of the opinion that God steers our steps, weaving together just the right amount of sadness and happiness, trials and victories, Coke and Sprites, to mold us into respectable individuals.

There’s also the area of women. In the past I was always most aware of the pretty girl with the heart of gold that was in the wrong crowd. Cursing, drinking, sexing, just an absolute lack of self-control, was usually the order of the day. Of course, I didn’t do these things, so nothing ever went anywhere there. So I made up my mind that I would pursue women of a fairly Godly character, or at least women who actually cared about themselves and about what God might think of them. So, it’s been much more fruitful. However, now I’m hit with more choices, such as deciding whether someone who is similar in interests is better for me or someone who is sure of themselves or someone who I gel very well with or someone who isn’t even worried about other people’s perceptions or whatever. So, it’s confusing. I’ve come to a point where I’m comfortable being single, pursuing my goals. There are lonely times and times where I question whether I’m doing the right thing, but I generally don’t sweat it. It’s been nice embracing my singleness.

I’m tired, so most of this probably doesn’t make too much sense. That’s kind of the point though, right? I don’t have the answers, I’m in the process of learning the nature of the problems. Hopefully things will get clearer for me in the coming years.