So Sunday morning I flushed a tube of toothpaste down the toilet. I do not know anyone else who has that distinction. Yes it did get fished out, much thanks to my Dad.
Then Tuesday morning this happened. I do not usually drive like this. It was just that one morning when I was in a hurry.
Thursday I gave up and gave in. A couple weeks ago I finished Kyle Idleman's book Not A Fan. After a year of my attempt to become a designer of sorts, I realized that was a dream I was hanging onto at the cost my ability to whole-heartedly follow Christ. So I gave it up and for the rest of the year I am going to do ministry things. It is a funny thing, but after I gave my dream up, after I became a loser of sorts, I felt free.
Friday I went to the beach, which is my favorite place in the world.
This week I ran twenty miles. Though I am totally stoked about that, I also go a nasty blister that turned into a bruise. I am not posting a picture of it because it looks pretty bad to any who are squeamish of stomach.
And here's a song about being the loser.
Well, until later.
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