Drafts and November

00.30 | You might not realize this but I actually don't post everything I write. The stuff I write here and never post come up as drafts. I counted today and I have 36 drafts and counting. I've written mostly on this computer but lately I've been typing on my ipod.

November is a glorious time for a couple reasons but one reason is "No shave November." A month filled without shaving and growing really nasty facial hair. I didn't do it last year because I had a formal interview.

So I figured that since I have over 36 drafts and that it is November I shall try to partake in posting one blog a day while growing facial hair. Some will be short and some will be long. Most will be totally outdated but I'll try to edit it up to current times. Some of it might be totally random and awkward, actually, it will be totally random and awkward.

So I welcome you November with open arms. I welcome inspiring moments and making letters come to life. I welcome gross looking beards, fall colors, and maybe even snow. I welcome the past and applying it to the future.

November, encourage me to be persistent. Teach me to be consistent.

Welcome November...

Moments of self-reflection

I seem to favor high-fives and handshakes but I always long for something that brings more comfort...

If my dreams ever became reality I would be considered one weird guy...

My roommate once called my political affiliation "half democrat, half just weird"

The music I listen to most always reflects my mood but I can't find out what mood Usher is...

I sit in my bed staring the ceiling sometimes wondering how I came to be in this one spot in the world at this moment and all the moments that led up to it...

I consider myself a semi-germaphobe and slightly OCD but sometimes I love a dirty, unorganized space...

Sometimes I wished I listened to my mom and became a lawyer...

I wish things you wanted were always free...

If I get to 100 blogs I will thank Josh Lancette first...

I like High School Musical and I am not ashamed...

I want to travel the world and then write a New York Times best-selling book...

I want to marry the woman of my dreams and I want to be the man of her dreams...

I once had a crush on Alice in the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland...

The first crush I had in Pre-K was everything I look for in woman today...

I still believe that Minnesotans have some infatuation with Texas...

Nebraska could be the most boring state to drive through...

Serving others is like a drug to me...

Twilight is kind of a weird flick...

I don't think a Royal is a good mascot, but a Bear is...

Art has the power to transform...

I don't want to be considered a wise man, just a guy who wrote about thoughts...

I still can't believe I actually blog...

I still can't believe people call them "notes" just because they go on Facebook even though I prefer the name "note" over "blog." It's a blog people, get it right...

I've considered getting rid of my Facebook account but thinking about the effects of that decision kinda scared me...

My life would be totally different if I knew how to play guitar...

Mr. Post was right when he told us that it wasn't to late to learn to love reading...

I always wonder how many people read these things, someday my following will be loud and proud...

Mustang

I drove the Mustang tonight and as I was walking up to it I first noticed how I could see my breath. I talked to the car because it was a long day and I felt like it.

I said, "Hello Mustang - Yes, yes I would like to drive you on this night if you would be so kind. You are a fine piece of craftsmanship mixed with beauty and grace, yet with muscle and power. I swear the designer of you was either on drugs, or an angel of the Lord came down and guided their pencil."

That part about the designer I believe is true. The Mustang is a fine piece of art and I think I can see a little piece of heaven in it.

Anyways, I was driving the Mustang and as I pulled a right turn coming out of Bethel I felt a sudden urging of smallness. I felt so insignificant and worthless that I felt the car was driving me and I was just along for the ride. I felt as if I was to weak to even be in this powerful machine.

I felt weak, then I got scared.

I sat there thinking was kind of damage the Mustang could do. A big V8 engine encased in metal, plastic, and rubber. It's a moving wrecking ball.

So I felt very small in the Mustang this night.

Then I thought about God and how small we are compared to Him and how much power He has. We are just specks of dust on a scale.

That didn't help my self-esteem much.

Then I remembered that though we are but specks of dust on a scale we still have a relationship with Him. He wants to know us, be with us, fellowship with us, have community with us. That even though we are not the most powerful creatures on the planet we still have the steering wheel.

I don't really know how to close this out so I'll just leave it open-ended, up for interpretation and imagination.