sidetracked

So today was a very long day at the ol' bucks. The days seem to be getting longer and longer but I guess that is what happens when there is a possible end in site. As if long work days aren't taxing enough- I have promised a painting to a fundraiser that I very much believe in, problem is I haven't really been inspired to paint in a couple of months (in fact my painting supplies are packed away.) I have been playing music and that is were my creative energy is going lately.

With that said, the one thing I was looking forward to today was going down to the local brewery and trying their new "Chinookie IPA" (which is phenomenal by the way.) My plan was to run to the brewery after work and grab a growler and go home to paint this dreaded-yet-desired painting for a dear friend.

I get a call at 5 saying that someone called into work, my plans of leaving early are now shot but I am still determined to make it to the brewery by 7p. I clock out and get to my car only to realize I made obligations to take something to another store, no problem, its kind of on the way. By the time I get there its 6:35. Im starting to think that maybe I should just stay home and not go to the brewery because I wont have time. I drop off the stuff and I race home. It now like 6:42. I still have to make it there and find parking and get my stuff filled, I was debating more and more not to go but I decided "if my one and only plan for friday falls through, im going to be upset. im going. AND I AM GETTING MY IPA." I get there at 6:59, right in the nick of time. As shallow as this is I prayed on the way there that this beer be great and help inspire me to paint... womp. Sorry, Pop. (remember this part)

While there I am flying solo dolo, much expected at this point, whatever. I try the beer and its great, also expected.

Here is what is not expected, out of the corner of my eye I see a somewhat familiar face, one that I was supposed to meet at least a year ago but never happened, former Invisible Children roadie- Carli. A friend of many friends, and I must say IC is very family-like. It was ridiculous that we lived in the same city and have never met. We strike up conversation about how crazy it is that we randomly met here and she introduces me to her friends that she came to the brewery with, we all decide its time to eat and we go to an awesome pizza place downtown. The night was full of great stories, great food, great beer and just an overwhelming sense of community.

Invisible Children was the best experience of my life and I am inspired by the support and love I received while on the road and sense of community between us even as strangers.

Grant I lost a solid 4 hours of painting time but God did give me inspiration to paint, even over my lame request of beer. I will paint a painting full of my inspiration of community and love.

Ask and you shall receive, my friend. Just be aware He answers your request in His way and you have to be open to see it.

Solo Dolo.

Dear Diary,

I was really upset with someone today...

No, really. I was pissed.

If there is one way to really get at me, call me "irresponsible" - I dare you.

irresponsible |ˌiriˈspänsəbəl|adjective(of a person, attitude, or action) not showing a proper sense of responsibility :

I am a lot of things but one thing that I am not is irresponsible. I live on my own, I pay all my bills, I work two jobs, I am freshly debt free, I am dedicated, I am honest and I take full responsibility of my mistakes.
DON'T CALL ME IRRESPONSIBLE.
Here is the deal. I am in the market for a new place to live and in my search a distant cousin said that she might have a room opening up. I told her to let me know and the day finally came when I received a call. While trying to set up a time for me to view the room and talk out the details numerous dates and times were thrown out upon the table. "Thursday?" "Yeah, Thursday!" "Well Monday or Tuesday would work too." "Nah Tuesday no good." "Thursday it is." "Well Monday?" "Sure Monday." "Anytime?" "Mid-afternoon." "2?" "3." "Cool I'll call you."
2:45p Monday. "You close?" "No I am just leaving a meeting." "We'll reschedule." "Tuesday?" "Cool."
Fine right?
10a Tuesday "I am going to retract my offer, I've had lots of roommates and what you did yesterday was un-cool and really irresponsible. Good luck finding a place."
I am not sure how I was being irresponsible but apparently that was enough.
Honestly, I feel like I just dodged a bullet. That could have been a miserable place to live.
I am not going to have a roommate.
Hello again studio apartment. -b

Nearly gave up.

God has this funny way of doing things sometimes. Maybe it's really not that God does things funny, maybe it's more like my mind. I was on fire for God and His word for a while, I was putting the teachings I was learning in to practice, I was serving, I was in open dialogue with God every single day. Then one day I had a little arguement with him (see prior blogs about that) and I kind of just shut down. I didn't want to serve a god that I didn't see as fair. I seem to have lost a bit of what I considered I was. I had seen the person God made and then I tried to wipe some of that person away. I bailed on church and many of the people who made up the church. And after I was near the bottom I realized Iiked it better when I wasn't upset with God. I liked it better when I wasn't worried if God was upset with me. I shut down with a lot of my close friends and I want to open up again. I want to run free while being inspired by His spirit. I want to get this filth out of my presence that I invited in. I am genuinely excited for the things that God is doing in my life and I am ready to take the next step knowing that I am in full support of my Father. "a proverb a day keeps the devil away." -b


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