An Interview, Pt. 1

"You have a very interesting mind," she said as she sat down at the table across from me. "I'd rather like to take a look inside."

She meant my cerebellum and corpus callosum and amygdala, but I didn't correct her.

"Every word going through your mind is pertinent. Did you know that? I don't know why you don't write your thoughts down more often."

Because I'd rather not let anyone see inside, that's why. Because I'd rather censor what people see so that each person has a specific version that I've cultivated specifically for them. Everyone has a piece of me. No one has a whole. I don't know who I'm saving it for, but I certainly don't want it and I only show God my thankful side.

All this happens inside me, but I only give her a piece--

"I just don't think they're that important."

UPDATE:

I changed this into a poem for poetry class. In case you haven't checked out the Practice Makes Perfect page where I'm featuring my poetry, it's there.

The Boston Chronicles: Tuesday, 8-24-10 (Day 2)

Today was awesome. It's raining here like crazy so we didn't do a whole bunch. First we woke up extremely late and had DELICIOUS chocolate chip pancakes, that I've been dying and craving for since like April when I bought my ticket to come here.

Then we talked for hours. Katie caught me up on all of the Shall-Not-Be-Named, ridiculous drama that someone is putting her through. Katie is so awesome, that before we left for the day, I told Betsy I wanted to give her a makeshift

surprise birthday party later. The three of us took the T, yeah the T because I'm in Boston an

d can do amazing stuff like take

the T, to Newton Centre and got challah at the Blue Sky Bakery, which reminds me of the Blue Sky Cellar in Disneyland California Adventures, but there's cooler things like models of the new World of Color in there.

Afterwards, Betsy and I got some things together for Katie's makeshift surprise birthday bonanza--two kinds of ice cream because I don't like peanut butter as a dessert, M&M's toppings, "streamers" which were really wrapping paper ribbons because CVS blows a bit in that department, cards that were AWESOME, and a magazine as a birthday present. When we got back to the BK Lounge, we decorated the place with our "streamers" and I made dinosaurs/work horses to put up on the kitchen wall. We also made her a crown because she is QUEEN OF THE DINOSAURS!

Then we talked some more and convinced her to go New York City with us! Betsy and I leave tomorrow! Yay!

The Boston Chronicles: Monday, 8-23-10 (Day 1)

Bad things come in threes and hopefully I've had my three bad things for this trip.

1. I have a MONSTER PERIOD.

2. New York Pass = NO SHOW.

3. I have a 2 hour delay in Dallas.

Good things

1. My check-in luggage made it to Boston.

2. Free water from Subway

3. Being in BOSTON!

4. God getting me through this crazy day.

5. Meeting the lovely Katie Russell.

6. My first taxi ride through the bright lights of Boston at two in the morning

and finally

7. SEEING BETSARIO, MY OLDER SISTER FIGURE!

Sending out prayers for an awesome trip!

do you agree with me when I say if there's a just God, He/She/It would rather us spend our days of worship volunteering or doing charity rather than church?

Yes. I do agree. I believe he wants us to do that too. Sometimes, I think people view worship as a singular act of singing along to some songs in church, but worship comes in all sorts of ways. I love the topic of spiritual gifts (1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians 4) because these show just how many different ways you can worship the Lord, just by serving in Spirit. If volunteering is your thing, maybe the Spirit has blessed you with a gift for compassion, or servitude, or both, or something else. Personally, forms of worship for me come in my own spiritual gifts of shepherding and encouragement, which for me translates to giving people advice and counseling. I also believe that when I'm married, being a good wife will be a form of worship. There are so many amazing spiritual gifts and different ways to worship and I love to talk about them, preferably in person, so if you ever want to talk to me about it, feel free.

Ask me anything. I dare you.