As of now, there is no true purpose for this post. I’m sure it’ll come to me as I progress. But as I write, I wear a hat. It’s a poop hat- custom made- from Japan. The great queen, Reba, got it for me as a christmas gift. I have forewarned her that I am not giving christmas gifts this year. It’s not because I don’t celebrate because I very much do. I recognize that it is a pagan holiday and I am a christian but I do, still, celebrate. I celebrate on probably different grounds, with a more holistic approach, but nevertheless, I celebrate Christmas. Back to the hat. It’s a poop hat. It doesn’t provide much as far as protection from the sun. It is comprised of a dark brown spiral resembling soft serve ice cream from a fast food joint. It has a cute smiley face and an elastic band that I put under my chin.
It’s super hot.
Poop is something that is very important to me. The entire digestive system is an integral aspect of the human body. Basically, if we didn’t have this system as a part of our beings, we wouldn’t be able to get rid of waste. Unfortunately, due to fictitious social constructs, this beautiful system is full of stigmas that make it a taboo topic to discuss openly. People deem it inappropriate. From an early age, I never understood why. We all do it. And by do it, I mean pee and poop. Yep. I said it. It’s here in black and white.
I’d like to present to you the mystery of the second stall. Statistically, from my own, personal research, I’ve discovered that the second stall, out of a generic five, is not as favored as the first. According to an anonymous source, the first stall is the most popular. Now, at the end of a work day or event, you may visit the first stall. You’ll notice it to be the messiest and perhaps, it has run out of toilet paper. This predicament is something you can avoid by utilizing the second stall.
That’s right people. You’re welcome. Anyways…
It’s the first day of winter break and two weeks until 2017. Rather frightening, isn’t it? A year ago, I was packing for a semester abroad. Many people said that it would change me. Many said I’d come back with a new outlook on life. Some thought that it’d forget them and perhaps, some wished I would.
Well, I hate to break it to ya but nothing grandiose happened. I most definitely have a greater appreciation for little things. Or maybe the things I appreciate aren’t little at all. I guess I would say I’m more hungry. My hugs are a little tighter. I hold on a bit longer. And I savor time, presence, engagement, and learning. To put it in a word, I value investment.
To be continued in a future post…….
This morning, my Sunday school preacher said something very profound. He said that transformation takes time. WOW ALLITERATION. I could use this as a segue to memories in AP lit but I won’t..yet….now…maybe later…
Ezekiel 14:1-11.
The message was about the heart. An opening statement went “you won’t survive if your heart is in the wrong place”. Shorthand says give your heart to Jesus otherwise, it’s with an idol and he defined an idol as anything one needs to be happy. For christians, it takes time to give your heart to Jesus and it’s a daily battle however, this battle is compromised of choices. If corruption is a result of compromised choices, it’s imperative that our hearts stay pure and we set boundaries. In order to give your heart to one or the other, there must be a) an altered attention and b) an abandoned affection
#whereisyourheart
oh goodness how’d we get from the second stall to sunday school
OH CHECK IT OUT THE PURPSE IS INTROSPECTION…. WHAAATT
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