Please pat me on the back: I have finished my first semester of grad. school without failing anything, getting totally overwhelmed, or freaking out. Score one for me.
I've got a lot of stuff rattling around in my head aching to get out into long, rambling posts, but none of it is crystallized enough to write about at any great length. Instead, I leave you with these questions:
-How do we trust God with our futures when our minds are busy imagining worst-case scenarios for how our lives will play out?
-What's the proper level of disclosure when an application asks for "a reasonably full account of your life, including important events, relationships with people who have been significant to you, and the impact these events and relationships have had on your development"?
-How many books is it logical to take on a six-day vacation?
-What does it say about me that I care more about the quality of dialogue and character development in movies and books than I do about the plot, writing style, or cinematography?
-How many trees die for the sake of holiday celebrations between the Christmas trees and the use of wrapping paper?
-How do I find my place in the tension between causes that impassion me and the institutions working on those causes that infuriate me?
-Why is it that, despite wonderful feedback in most areas, we focus on the few bits of criticism that are sent our way?
-What am I doing spouting off these questions at 2 a.m. when I should be sleeping?
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