Why I love Tuesdays

It seems like no matter how late I stay up Monday night, Tuesday morning I'm awake at 5:30am, bright-eyed and bushy-bangs. So I go to the gym, and it's wonderful. I like getting to the gym really early...really early...when the stars are still mixed in with that arriving light of dawn... And when there are about four other people total, one of which is already dedicated to her cycling machine... already sweating, turning those magazine pages, iPod ear buds in place... I could get there at 5:02am and someone's already on their second treadmill-mile... (you thought I was crazy).

But I like that. I like seeing fellow early risers. I go in and give the head-nod... cycling girl nods back... treadmill man lifts a couple fingers ("heeeyyy..."). It's like this kinship we have. Mark wishes me well as I gear up for my cross-trainer (cleverly stamped "X-trainer"...cause it's extreme like that). Shoes tight? check. Socks un-bunched? check. iPod secure? check. Bathroom? (....wait, did I go to the bathroom yet?) no. K...back to the bathroom (the empty bladder is key here for maximum achievement of cardio endurance building) .....NOW I'm ready...
Ready? check.

So begins my Tuesday. I love Tuesdays.

After spending time in the gym "world" (yes, it is one of my many), I pop in a good soundtrack-to-a-sunrise type CD and cruise on downtown to my awesome breakfast club. No mistaking it, this lifegroup rocks! Today, we revisited the message from Sunday night, and I have to say, there was so much to think about, be convicted about, receive grace for, and just love Jesus because of. I love these women's thoughts...and I love the Bible...and I love that we get to think about the Bible together on Tuesday mornings...

Anyway, I was SUPER hyper, so the other half of Meghan's oatmeal and the start of my cultural anthropology chapter are all kind of blurred together in this somewhere. I think I might have gotten into a debate about Star Wars movies with Danielle at some point... And I'm pretty sure I said that Sean Connery was the reason that Indianna Jones: The Last Crusade is the best one of the used-to-be trilogy. I DO know that I left everyone with this recommendation: Derrick Webb's CD, Mockingbird. Really good. A bit controversial, but if you want to prep yourself for the Stirring's "Elephant" series... it may contribute.

Mockingbirds and elephants.... animals that were part of my Tuesday today...

Speaking of... I haven't even talked about Tuesday staff meetings yet... that's a whole blog in and of itself.

Another reason why I love Tuesdays.

My Many Worlds

I live in about six different worlds. One is school. One is home. One is church. One is past. One is present. And one is my future and all those dreams I have about it...
These worlds are composed of "subworlds," if you will, splitting my already di- (wait, what's the prefix meaning "six"?) hexchotomized life into about 17 worlds total. No big deal though. I mean, who doesn't have a bazillion different aspects of life that they must learn to balance, connect, and interweave with each other? The hard part for me is the switching over... how do you get to 17 different worlds in one day... ok, one month even? Physically is hard enough (if you can figure out how to get me from a meeting ending at 6:30 to a life group starting at 6, on time, let me know), BUT the hardest is mentally... My mind is like a nail... it's all about the depth, people. Start driving it into something and the goal is to get deep enough so that whatever needs to be connected (or hung) is CONNECTED (or HUNG!). Sometimes I wish my mind could be more like that wide packaging tape... so much surface area... "let's just get all the bases covered and focus on the next destination"...ya know, that kind of thing.

But no. I dig. And to uproot me just when I'm getting started...? shoot, talk about getting hit on the head with a hammer over and over again all day long. It's not a SUPER huge deal--I just haven't found my groove yet. I just need to figure out this "dance of life" (was that a song?). Anyway, Heaven help me, my many worlds WILL get more than whatever can just connect them at the edges!!!
uh.... well, only if Heaven helps me that is...
Maybe that's why I'm writing this... let's all just pray that Heaven helps me.


Oh.

And if you're wondering...

I LOVE those wonderful worlds in which I dwell... In the "school" arena: I LOVE my classes (almost all of them!), my friends, worship for chapel (my team and my supervisor--Travis O--you rock). In the "home" arena: I LOVE LOVE LOVE my family (my parents, sisters, and niece and nephew !), my long-time friends, even my highschool. In the "church" arena: I don't even know where to start--worship, lifegroups, friends/family, dreams and visions, realities--I LOVE the Stirring!

So this is the part at the end of it all where I just say, "My many worlds... ROCK." And I wouldn't trade them for... the world...???

We love.

Gotta admit... I'm having a hard time with the fact that it's my own voice I'm listening to in this thing... but the cinematography of/heart behind this video has me obsessed. Awesome job, Nate.

I love.


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