Boxes.

I love that our lives can be picked up and put into boxes, or at least our material lives. The things that we find value in. The objects of our childhood or some sort of personal memory. The expensive stuff. You know the TV the Computer, video games? lol. Bikes, you know what I mean. The material things that sum up who we are physically.

You think it would be true to completely define who we are by the things we own. All of the weird things that we keep. The photos, drawings we keep from art class. (yeah you should see mine sometime! I am so proud)

I just did the yearly thing that most single people do every so often, move from one apartment to the other. Pain in the ass. But yet I love it! Packing up all my items into, well I wish I had boxes, and throwing everything I could away. You got too. Seriously sit back and say, "Hey, why the hell am I keeping this?!" It's a good process. Cleans the soul. Makes us feel good. Getting our "lives" in order. And then take our newly clean and organized life to another house and clutter it up again!

So how come when we clean all our physical material objects we say we are getting our "lives" in order. I am not sure about you, but I don't really want to be defined by the things that I own, but rather by the impact I make and people I get to know, and the knowledge and wisdom I store up. hmm is it true?

-D

Raise me up.

Wow, the craziness has overcome me again. It's like the only time I take a look at what is going on is when I have no where else to go and stuck right smack dab in the middle of it all. When I can no longer run from the feelings, emotions, thoughts, stress, and am forced to face it. I wonder if I don't wait to release the valve of life until it's so much I can't take it anymore, and in stead do a daily evaluation of what is going on. I have hinted at this idea before. Reflecting to help prevent a "self-explosion" if you will.(lol, does that make sense)

So I just got a dog. haha a dog. yep, as if I couldn't complicate my life anymore, but to take on the responsibility of another life. Yet I feel it has been good. I have never gotten up this early, this many days in a row. The days seem to last forever when your packing it full of puppy fun. Anyone who has ever owned a pup can understand that comment. Dogs have a way of forcing you to see who you really are. Their whole personalities are based off of you. If you let them run your life, they will. So I guess in some ways it's good to have a dog for me. Yeah it's good. I have something to be in control of? lol I guess that lends to my wanting control. But to be honest, you can't really control a pup that well. You have to go about the whole leadership thing the way mother nature, or (GOD?), wanted it to be. Trust and Loyalty. Similar, but not the same. What do you think?

I'll write more when I have it all figured out. Lol, then I would never write again, I am never going to have it all figured out. I am sorry for the weak post, if it was one. Sometimes you just have to let the ideas out, so other ideas can come in.

(can I just be raised up out of this stress and worry, Because I dont want it anymore. Someone, anyone, can have it. Take it from me. Please. Thanks)


-D