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The Great Squeeze of Summer

They’re so wrapped up in their worlds,

they’re, like, living in three and squeezing me

out of them all, with their arms wrapped around each other,

their fingers scratching the curb—-lingering too long, faces

moving close, ripping the tape off their wounded hearts,

copiously bleeding from running too fast,

becoming each other’s problem and each other’s inevitable solution, 

so they just keep ignoring me,

and no one likes being ignored, forgotten,

and no one likes secrets either or being left out of them. 

They are so wrapped up inside each other

every morning is dreadful, 

and they think I judge, but I’m just looking at the 

remains of two friendships and it’s painful. 

They are so wrapped up in the moment, 

they think it’s forever, 

like we feared when we were children, 

so anxious to grow up, 

and then we did. Did they?

Because they dream of forever, they don’t miss me anyway…

And I’ve accepted it. I’m just noting the decay, 

great memories scorched. 

It was all a lie. 

So now I only have room for the truth. 

To the ones who’ve already left me. Good bye. 

Part of the Process

While I writing the first draft, I must listen to music so that I feel loose enough to write without thinking too seriously about it. I am easily distracted by bad writing. So rather than getting it all out, I write a paragraph and then start editing. Music helps prevent to that. 

And then….

When I get stuck, I get up and dance. I am not kidding at at all. Each time I do this, ideas come to me. By the time the song is over, I have more to write. 

This is how I ended up staying up all night. I didn’t want to go to bed until I had written all that I could. That way I will have something to work with the next time I sit down with this story. I hope I like it when I wake up tomorrow. 

Wake up, Laura. Life is moving forward and you’re still laying on the wood paneled floor, dreaming of swing sets and dandelion crowns!

What am I giving my all to? What am I working hard at? 

It’s not enough to be spiritual. You can feed yourself all day and have great conversation all week. But what are you doing with your life, with your time? Are you a good steward? 

I’m talking to myself. But it’s definitely something to think about if you are like me and it seems heaven can’t come soon enough. Must live now!

He had to please all of the people all of the time. To the Cockney wide-boys in the white jeans and the colored shirts he was the joker, the risk-taker, respected lady-killer. To the black kids he was fellow weed-smoker and valued customer. To the Asian kids, hero and spokesman. Social chameleon. And underneath it all, there remained an ever-present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belong everywhere.

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

I love how writers are able to capture things I’ve experienced myself. 

For awhile (around 2:00 P.M., when he was telling Wan-Si about his childhood) it had looked like his new life was going to be fabulous, and from now on he was always going to say the right thing at the right time, and everywhere he went people would love him. Nobody’s fault, thought Archie, mulling over the balls-up, nobody’s fault but my own, but he wondered whether there wasn’t some higher pattern to it. Maybe there will always be men who say the right thing at the right time, who step forward like Thespis at just the right moment of history, and then there will be men like Archie Jones, who are just there to make up the numbers. Or worse still, who are given their big break only to come in on cue and die a death right there, center stage, for all to see.

—Zanie Smith, White Teeth

Compare this to the last quote I posted yesterday, and see what I’m talking about. I have often felt like Archie here. If I could just say the right thing, do the right thing, even if it’s not necessarily righteous or of Christ and get people’s love, approval, acceptance, and get my worth from that…life would be better. But it never works. Like my quote from Cosby that I tweeted yesterday about the key to failure being our attempts to please everybody, I always end up failing right there, on center stage, for everyone to see. It’s so much better to live for God and find my satisfaction, worth, love, life, and purpose in Him. Always. Everything else backfires and ends in our own demise. 

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you’ve got anyway You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

So I saw this on someone’s facebook wall, and realized this is my most favorite quote ever. Often my words and actions are moved by what I assume other people will think of me. Nine times out of ten, this leads me to do what I will later regret or repent of. And it’s so ridiculous because it’s not like God says that He is going to hold us accountable for our sins, and it’s not like He’s going to look at my sin and say, “Oh, you thought they were going to think you were weird? Okay, don’t worry about it. You did the right thing.”

No… it truly is between me and Him. Man’s approval cannot govern my life. God’s approval… God’s glory… God’s will… 

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Allens Prayer mix 2 by Welfare Society from the album: Be Encouraged, Be Convinced

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Couldn’t resist posting this! The opening to the “Be Encouraged, Be Convinced” album coming this fall…