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Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I weren't a music major.
What I would do with those two extra hours a day.
How much more fun would I have?
How much LESS stressed would I be every day of the year?!
How many dumb music jokes would I be spared from listening to?????
And summers, dear Lord...summers would NOT involve practicing piano. Man, if I weren't about to be a senior and hadn't already put hundreds of hours into this "senior recital" thing, I would be seriously tempted to abandon it all and just move to Boston, quite possibly giving that music department a finger they may be offended by.
Kiiiiidding. Secretaries can't say that.
I should be practicing right now. I have this schedule of things to memorize each week but there's this one song I hate and always leave until the end and by then I have no motivation and by that time my legs are stuck to the piano bench and getting up rips a layer of skin off and then I bang on the keyboard and run off and throw a fit.
I'm realizing this is it. I just wrote a thank-you note to a donor for a scholarship I received, and it hit me. I'm going to be an adult soon. And so many questions flooded my mind:
Can adults still wear side pony tails?
Do adults have to carry around actual purses instead of backpacks?
Are adults allowed to spend their summers making an embarrassing candid video montage of their family?
Is it okay for adults to play Just Dance in their bikinis?
Why do adults never pretend they're mermaids when they swim?
Why do I never see adults wearing Christmas shirts in July?
Do adults catch demon-looking bugs and name them and keep them?
Adults have the same job every day, don't they? And they have to look presentable for them, DON'T THEY?!
Do I have to go to bed early when I'm an adult?
Do (sober) adults skinny dip?
DO ADULTS HAVE TO SHOWER EVERY DAY?!?!
I started freaking out. But that could have been because I was also signing my loan form as well. Cringing and freaking out and clutching to my Christmas shirts for dear life. Dear God where did my childhood go. Now, more than ever, I want to run up to the park and play Monkey off the Monkey bars. I want to throw a dodgeball at someone's face. I want to play Barbies. I want to tell on my brother after he pees on me. I want to jump on a trampoline and laugh. I want to just sit and imagine. I want to chase boys at recess. I have this overwhelming desire to put on snow pants!
A lot has been on my mind this week, and I know it's no good. I've been working on being in control of my emotions because I'm one of those people with a potent bad mood. You could have had the best day ever and encounter me on a bad one and I will make you feel hopeless, bleak, and miserably doomed to a future of something really, really bad. But I'm realizing that's not very Christ-like. And that sometimes you have to fight for your emotions. Take your thoughts captive. We do not have to let bad things get us down; we must just feed ourselves truth, constantly, persistently, unwaveringly, and boldly.
It's great, but it's hard.
I used to play awesome pump-up, party songs while I ran. I LOVE party songs. But they made me tired. I can only be pumped up so much and I usually waste a lot of my energy when I jam and run at the same time. But I just got this great hymn album and have been listening to that. And this is way different, because the words are deep, they are truth. I have to focus; it's not the beat that keeps me going. It's the truths.
Take the world, but give me Jesus; all its joys are but a name.
Oh joy that seeks me through the pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain
Thou my inheritance, now and always
With my Savior watching over me, I can sing though billows roll.
Guilty, vile, helpless we, spotless Lamb of God was He
I lay in dust life's glory dead.
Full atonement, can it be?
Take the world, but give me Jesus; let me view His constant smile
Hallelujah, what a Savior.
So this week I have been doing a lot of fighting.
I literally ran away from a piece of birthday cake tonight. Because I'm training. Because it's no good for me. And sometimes we have to do that in life. No, I will not believe that. No, I will not go there. I will not let myself think those thoughts. We have to fight. For our sanity, for our holiness, and for His sake.
Because we have wisdom to gain, books to read, countries to pray for, hymns to sing, a Savior to run to, and apparently, adulthood to conform to. We cannot let things get in the way of that.
What I would do with those two extra hours a day.
How much more fun would I have?
How much LESS stressed would I be every day of the year?!
How many dumb music jokes would I be spared from listening to?????
And summers, dear Lord...summers would NOT involve practicing piano. Man, if I weren't about to be a senior and hadn't already put hundreds of hours into this "senior recital" thing, I would be seriously tempted to abandon it all and just move to Boston, quite possibly giving that music department a finger they may be offended by.
Kiiiiidding. Secretaries can't say that.
I should be practicing right now. I have this schedule of things to memorize each week but there's this one song I hate and always leave until the end and by then I have no motivation and by that time my legs are stuck to the piano bench and getting up rips a layer of skin off and then I bang on the keyboard and run off and throw a fit.
I'm realizing this is it. I just wrote a thank-you note to a donor for a scholarship I received, and it hit me. I'm going to be an adult soon. And so many questions flooded my mind:
Can adults still wear side pony tails?
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| all i ever wear |
Do adults have to carry around actual purses instead of backpacks?
Are adults allowed to spend their summers making an embarrassing candid video montage of their family?
Is it okay for adults to play Just Dance in their bikinis?
Why do adults never pretend they're mermaids when they swim?
Why do I never see adults wearing Christmas shirts in July?
Do adults catch demon-looking bugs and name them and keep them?
Adults have the same job every day, don't they? And they have to look presentable for them, DON'T THEY?!
Do I have to go to bed early when I'm an adult?
Do (sober) adults skinny dip?
DO ADULTS HAVE TO SHOWER EVERY DAY?!?!
I started freaking out. But that could have been because I was also signing my loan form as well. Cringing and freaking out and clutching to my Christmas shirts for dear life. Dear God where did my childhood go. Now, more than ever, I want to run up to the park and play Monkey off the Monkey bars. I want to throw a dodgeball at someone's face. I want to play Barbies. I want to tell on my brother after he pees on me. I want to jump on a trampoline and laugh. I want to just sit and imagine. I want to chase boys at recess. I have this overwhelming desire to put on snow pants!
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| me, only happy |
A lot has been on my mind this week, and I know it's no good. I've been working on being in control of my emotions because I'm one of those people with a potent bad mood. You could have had the best day ever and encounter me on a bad one and I will make you feel hopeless, bleak, and miserably doomed to a future of something really, really bad. But I'm realizing that's not very Christ-like. And that sometimes you have to fight for your emotions. Take your thoughts captive. We do not have to let bad things get us down; we must just feed ourselves truth, constantly, persistently, unwaveringly, and boldly.
It's great, but it's hard.
I used to play awesome pump-up, party songs while I ran. I LOVE party songs. But they made me tired. I can only be pumped up so much and I usually waste a lot of my energy when I jam and run at the same time. But I just got this great hymn album and have been listening to that. And this is way different, because the words are deep, they are truth. I have to focus; it's not the beat that keeps me going. It's the truths.
Take the world, but give me Jesus; all its joys are but a name.
Oh joy that seeks me through the pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain
Thou my inheritance, now and always
With my Savior watching over me, I can sing though billows roll.
Guilty, vile, helpless we, spotless Lamb of God was He
I lay in dust life's glory dead.
Full atonement, can it be?
Take the world, but give me Jesus; let me view His constant smile
Hallelujah, what a Savior.
i even like this song better now that I see this bald, bearded man singing it
THE HARMONIES AT THE ENDDDD
So this week I have been doing a lot of fighting.
you know you pretend you're hard core when you sing with this song too
I literally ran away from a piece of birthday cake tonight. Because I'm training. Because it's no good for me. And sometimes we have to do that in life. No, I will not believe that. No, I will not go there. I will not let myself think those thoughts. We have to fight. For our sanity, for our holiness, and for His sake.
Because we have wisdom to gain, books to read, countries to pray for, hymns to sing, a Savior to run to, and apparently, adulthood to conform to. We cannot let things get in the way of that.
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