Something different

Today being my nine-thousand, five-hundreth day alive, I figured that the time was ripe for you all to know what is going on in the ever-evolving life of me. Several months ago I applied to another job that I was overqualified for, that I would be great at, and gave one helluvah interview. In my opinion only, seeing as that I did not get the job. I began to ask myself the incredibly important question: what am I doing with my life? This is a good question to ask one's self every once in a while. I was tired of getting turned down for jobs that I was overqualified for and that wouldn't make me that happy anyway, so I decided to think through the possibilities that were laid before me.

One of those possibilities was going back to school. My parents had suggested this idea late last year, whilest I was in the midst of a near-nervous breakdown. I hadn't given it much thought, seeing as though I had no idea what I would go back to school for. And so, as I was reconsidering this option, I found myself running. A lot. It was before it got hot enough to not go running nearly everyday, so I was out running quite often. The questions I was asking myself while running were this: a) what type of job would make me happy [happier?]?, b) what type of job would allow you to help people?, c) what type of job would fit within my theological mainframe?

As I was reading through my journal this afternoon, I realized that this idea occurred in my mind months before this much more thought out realization. My friend, the Britch, had graduated from Trinity with a health and fitness degree, and now is a personal trainer [kind of]. This is a job in which I can help people, enjoy myself and feel comfortable theologically [I have a high view of the stewardship of one's body - you only get one!]. So, I researched, job shadowed, chatted with all sorts of folks and I'm taking the steps to complete a degree in health and fitness management at Iowa State.

Now, along with this came the whole process of trying to figure out whether or not to move, or to change jobs and all the other decisions that come along with this sort of thing. And then things started lining up. Chris and Katie got engaged and bought a house and Chris' room at the Wilson house opened up. This is house with five other great guys and is pretty much what I was hoping for. There are several painting jobs that are going to be available for me, and in the meantime I still have my job at the firm [warehouse]. And in the fall I'll be taking classes at the local community college, just to give a buffer zone, in case I realize that this was a stupid idea and decide to back out.

I realize that this is a bit of a jump, and that I am [at times] quite nervous about the endeavor on the whole. What seems like a great idea at times can turn out to be a complete and utter disaster, so I am walking with fear and trepidation, asking God to bless this journey. If nothing else, I feel that the new community will be a blessing in my life. This does not, however, negate the community that I have developed in DSM, I will still be participating in PLEDGE groups and with Survivor nights. It will just require a bit more driving.

And that's the news. My apologies to those who I wish I could've shared it with in person, but since I'm beginning the moving process next weekend, I figured I should declare it sooner that later. It's new and exciting and a little bit scary, so do pray for the whole thing to make sense and work out according to God's will. And come visit me up in Ames, we'll have fun times and maybe go running. Peace out. you have my love.