Direction

It's been almost a year since I've written in this almost-forgotten blog of mine. It's not that I haven't written because I've had nothing to say. Actually, I think the only reason I stopped was because the HTML coding of his page somehow got screwed up and I didn't want to deal with it. Regardless, I thought it would be appropriate to start writing again, so I am.

Even more appropriately, I'm doing this in my reporting class, as I'm supposed to be learning about where stories come from. My teacher just mentioned something about 'pulling the thread' and 'making the hole bigger.' I just pulled a thread from my sweater and thankfully, I have neither created a hole, nor made said hole bigger. Aha! A flaw in his analogy!

Needless to say, I've gotten into the habit of losing my concentration. So, why not do something constructive and direct my diverted attention to a blog rather than minute analogical flaws? Off we go.

The fact that I am writing this blog instead of listening to my lecture can attest to the fact that I'm not as thoroughly interested in the world of Journalism as I once was. The most interesting thing I did today was read some fresh graffiti in the bathroom stall on the third floor of the Rogers Communication Centre. (Why does graffiti always have to be about something gross?)

For anyone, losing interest in your course in year one out of four can be very disheartening. Add the financial strain of being a student, a dash of sleep deprivation, and sprinkle months of stressful assignments to the mix, you've got a dirty recipe.

The stress grows exponentially every night when my future is taken into consideration. I can't see myself reporting when I'm 25, so why am I spending more than I can afford on a university course that is meant to take me there? Heck, why not throw some irony into this atrocious concoction. I also have less and less time to find a summer job that will support this path of uncertainty. My grades aren't that good, and I have one more chance to pass a grammar test that I've technically failed twice, or I can't advance in my program. I've had a cold for the last 2 months that has been inhibiting my ability to sleep, study, and be otherwise more productive that I currently am. I also have this weird spot on my hand that I thought was a blister, but it's not going away.

Now before you call me a whiny baby and tell me to get a grip on reality, I'll have you know that I've already done so... or at least I'm trying to. In Matthew chapter 6, it tells us not to worry, because our Heavenly Father will take care of us.

"If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first His kingdom and righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well".

I am a man of little faith. I know this verse well, but it's obvious that I'm not doing a good job of living it out. There are thousands of things in the bible that we are commanded to do, but I, like everyone else, choose to ignore most of them. This is me, taking the first step to becoming stronger and more disciplined in my faith. The best I can do is strive to remember those words every morning, and pray that my faith grows with each passing day.

I spilled mayo on my shirt just now. "Each day has enough trouble of its own." ...Darn right.