#209: Not the crazy part

This morning I did something totally crazy.

I met a friend for breakfast.  Not the crazy part.  We met to catch up and “do” accountability.  Not the crazy part.  It was 7AM, before work.  Not the crazy part.

I got a club sandwich.  The crazy part.

It was totally premeditated.  I told myself, as I was driving there: “Now, you know what diner breakfast does to your system.   It does bad things.  Bad bad things.”

So I stuck my nose up at everything that is good and decent, and ordered a club sandwich for breakfast.  It was the single best decision I have ever made in my life. 

Well, after accepting Christ I guess.  And marrying my wife.  And choosing Jif.  I guess.

So, yeah, it was the fourth best decision I have ever made in my life.  It was crispety.  It was crunchety.  It was baconety.  It wasn’t peanutbuttery, but there’s always next time.  And the best part?  It didn’t make me run for the … border.

Sometimes, we need to switch it up a bit.   Routine can give you the runs. 

Pray for someone you don’t know.   Read your Bible on your lunch break.  Actually give the dude a dollar instead of saying no.  Flip the roll around.  Whatever.  Just don’t let the routine overshadow the reason. 

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever had for breakfast?

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#208: Not Funny

So, I’m kind of not funny anymore.  I mean, I was never Steve Erkel or anything like that, but I had a few good ones now and again.  I’m not sure how I lost it, but, especially the last few days (weeks), I’ve been feeling decidedly unfunny.

I don’t think it’s the baby, because he’s a laugh a minute. Between him and my office mate, I should have enough poop and pee stories to keep you rolling in the aisles.

Don’t think too hard on that one.

Once, when I was shoveling snow, I accidentally buried my phone, and couldn’t find it until my mom called to say she was cold. I’ve been doing a lot of shovelling lately (in between puddle-hopping), so maybe I lost my funniness there?

When I don’t feel like myself, I get insecure.  I question the worth of whatever I’m doing, whether it’s engineering work at my job, graphics and projects for church, stuff with the baby, work around the house, loving my wife, or those cussed-ly addictive CrowdSpring projects. 

One way this insecurity has manifested itself is that I’ve stayed away from my blog, and, maybe worse, YOUR blog. I haven’t done much reading or writing since last Friday, and while for some this is no big deal, it is for me. 

My journal tells me that this has probably been building for awhile.  I need to set myself free from expectations and imagined judgement.  I need to live my life, love those around me, and provide for my family.  I need to spread the good news, hug some folks, and live a life worthy of the gospel.

But, I’d still like to find my funny.

Are you with me? 

Have you ever felt insecure about something?  And, any idea where my funny went?

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#207: Preparations

I mentioned in my launch post about CopyMo (the business I started on, um, Monday) that I’d put off doing it for 2 years.  This is partially true, but there’s something deeper that I thought about during a late-night shower recently.  Yeah, I kinda take a lot of those these days.

I got the idea in summer 2009, then worked on the idea and site off and on for about 2 years.  To be sure, there was frustration, procrastination, and even a little carbonation.  By the time I pulled the whole site down and moved it to a new CMS (Joomla to WordPress), I had most of the content written.

So, in fact, over those 2 years, I actually did a lot of work.  I refined text and graphics over and over again, to the point where, when the final version came together, I had a lot of the content done.

Sometimes we think that we’re not going anywhere during a seemingly quiet period, but in fact we are preparing for something down the line.  And all that prep pays off big-time one day.

I became a Christian after 2.5 years of being witnessed to by friends.  I wonder if they ever thought they were wasting their time. 

I also wonder if John the Baptist ever wondered if he was eating locust and honey hotdish for nothing.

In the end, big things come to those who wait.

What’s something that had a lot of silent preparation in your life? 

Are you preparing for something now?  Dream Big!

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