Yesterday I got down to running business. With the help of another Super Runner friend (I have so many), I ran 6 miles. This is not the brave part. I ran at night until 9:15. Still not the brave part. I ran downtown. BRAVE part! My friend assured me that if scary men tried anything, we could outrun them. This might work for a Super Runner, but when I am on mile 4, I’m barely outrunning the sidewalk. I would just have to hope that sympathetic nervous system I hear about in school chooses the flight option.
Today I needed to keep myself busy. I know when it’s necessary, trust me. My apartment is sparkly, my basil plant is settled in a new pot, my banana bread was banana-y, and my Bluewater Small Group had another Monday night of sweet time with Jesus. God is doing wonderful things in the lives of my friends and I am absolutely stoked to be in on the adventure with so many of them.
I also started the planning procedures for ex-roommate’s belated wedding reception. Not sure if you know this, but planning parties and giving presents are two of my favorite things EVER. I know it’s wrong, but I do it mostly for selfish reasons. I just love it. Everything about it. Here’s my perfect present-giving scenario: I’m preoccupied with a problem. I can’t focus on tasks I should be doing. I feel broke and slightly sorry for myself. Wait! I remember something that (fill-in-the-blank) wanted! And I can make that/buy that/get that right now! And he/she will be SO happy. Now, I am generous and not broke and certainly not thinking about my problem and all of the sudden very task-oriented!
And planning a party? That’s like two weeks of on-going present making! Two weeks during which something that makes ME so fulfilled and so satisfied is also all being done for the sake of someone else. I mean, there has to be a catch. I should feel bad somehow. But I don’t. So, should you be the object of my gift-giving, watch out. I might be using you for therapy.