Life As I Know It

This is me, writing another post... Almost two weeks after my previous one. I think I have a thing for procrastinating. I also have a thing for taking on alot. I won't say I try to do more than I can handle, but that might be true. Regardless, when I'm exhausted and still have finished virtually nothing I wanted to accomplish, I can happily (yes, that's sarcasm) thank only one person: me. This week has seen some of that, but it's also seen me feeling more accomplished and motivated... in between the elaborate plans to sell all I could and start for the coast with my car, cash, and no worries or responsibilities to speak of. Though amusing, it's destructive thinking, I know.

So my life these past two weeks has been like this: work, work, and crash. I kind of like it though. When you've got nothing but things to do, life can't be boring. Plus, I've felt really fulfilled. Let me give a quick snapshot of what's been going on in my seven week saga:

• I took an ACT practice test last Thursday and raised my score... Two points! Yeah, that was cool, not even gonna lie. Geeks rule the world.
• I've now completed two weeks of the workout cycle I'm on, and it's left me feeling... sore. Good sore though.
• I still suck at music, which is also what I've done least the past two weeks
• I preached at youth group last night, if you can believe that.

Add in hanging out with friends, band practice, volleyball, church, and working over 20 hours a week, and I've got a full life. Can I handle doing anything else? Probably not. Could I be coerced into trying to do something else. Probably so. It doesn't matter though. Life is kind of fun. The more I remember that, the better. The more fun I can have with it, the better. I've realized in the midst of all my stress and frustration lately, that stress and frustration are pointless. And, honestly, I don't have time for them. It's almost ironic; the schedule that was making stressed out suddenly is not allowing time for that stress.

Was this post of any advantage to you? Maybe not, but it was short, so if you thought it was going to get good ,and then it ended before you started enjoying it (which is hard to believe, because I read it and loved it), you didn't lose much time.

Seven Weeks

I have something geeky to admit. I'm trying to change my life based on my next attempt at the ACT. Yep. Laugh, go ahead, I'll still be good looking when you're done. Anyway, I want to live the life Jesus Christ came to give His followers. I want an abundant life. I don't want to just do the best I can in everything I attempt; I want the best from everything I attempt. I want to seize each day and ride it for all it's got... And I want to score unbelievably high on the most important scholastic test I've so far encountered.

How does it relate? The next ACT date is (I know, this is painfully obvious) seven weeks away. My idea was to see what I could accomplish in those seven weeks. Simple, easy to remember, but hard to execute. In fact, this idea started as "Eight Weeks." Yeah, procrastinators might rule the future but never the moment.

I have some goals. I have some things I've tried to do and never really seen through. The two are the same. I didn't study for the ACT at all the first time I took it. Actually, I'd been out of school, and thus had done nothing scholarly, for a month. I still didn't do too bad. What if for the next seven weeks, I forced myself to put all I could into this Goliath? What do I have to lose? Why not get all I can from this? I'm going for it.

I've worked out spoiradically most of my life. I'm strong, (if you don't believe me, watch me climb a rope sometime. It's breathtaking.) but I'm really thin. I want to build more muscle, and I found a program on the internet that I tried this past week. Guess how many weeks are left in the first cycle? Go ahead, guess! Seven. Weeks.

I play (around with) bass. I can sort of groove. I don't want that. It sucks. I don't care about slightly grooving. I want to rock. I have the means, and I have the motivation in the form of rock concerts and a brother who wants to rock with me. When would be a better time to learn to bust out fat lines and destroy the lighted stage?

Those are the three main things I want to accomplish these next seven weeks; there's more, but I want those the most--and the blog, can't forget the blog--I've been forgetting the blog. I just want to see what would happen if I took all my opportunities and used all my time and just did everything as severely as I could. I wonder what would happen if I lived to God, knowing that the life I can give Him is short. We'll find out I guess--assuming you join me.