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New Job
I started my new job today. I was a bit anxious about it at times. At my previous job I had trained myself to look busy because the manager was always watching you. Trying to micromanage everything. Now I don’t have to look busy, because I am busy.
It’s sorta difficult to try to relay how anxious I seem to get sometimes. I guess it has to do with this depression and anxiety that I’ve been fighting for about a month now. Camp helped. And this job will help eventually, once I get used to it and in a set routine. Now things seem to be so Topsy-turvy that it seems like it’s an unsurmountable peak that I can’t reach. I know I can do it. It’s just a matter of convincing myself that I can. I am my own worst enemy.
Does low self esteem attribute to depression and anxiety? It must, because I’m feeling it now. I’ve never really understood my reasoning for low self esteem. It is so easy for me to build up others. But I leave myself out in the cold at times. Why do we choose to love others, but not love ourselves? Why are we told to be humble and not give compliments to ourselves?
It’s kinda like that kid I talked to at camp.
Kid: No one in my cabin likes me.
Me: No one at church likes me.
Both of which cannot be true. Sure there might be people in the cabin and church who don’t like me. But I really need to move past that. I do plenty of good. I just need to remember that I can’t be perfect. But I will always be loved.
Wendy’s Saves the World
Did you see in The Day After Tomorrow how a Wendy’s Restaurant was used to save the world from a pending ice age? Amazing. I never knew how those square burgers could do so much good. I mean, who doesn’t like a warm Wendy’s Single during a snow storm?
Saw The Terminal tonight. Tom Hanks’ burger of choice was Burger King. The BK did not play a large role in the movie. More or less just product placement.
Learning to Fly
Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I’ve started out, for God knows where
I guess I’ll know when I get there
I’m learning to fly, around the clouds,
But what goes up must come down
Another Church
If I did decide to go to another church, would the church webpage die a slow and painful death? It’s my baby and I would be sad to abandon it. Yet, somehow I’m just not satisfied at MJ anymore. Maybe my dissatisfaction is temporary. It happens every year at this time. After returning from camp, where I’m the most popular counselor at camp…then going back to church where I’m somewhat looked down upon, even at times threatened because I express an opinion…. Other times I’m known as Tommy and Sandra’s son, not my own person. Makes me wonder. Why can’t things be better?
I could potentially start anew at another church. This is something I must consider if I am truly going to be happy. It will be difficult and painful if I go through with it. This could be a good time to start. VBS is coming up, so there will be some down time in my Wednesday night class. I’m on the Lord’s Table this month, so I’d need to call about that too.
Camp
My mind wasn’t at camp. It was somewhere else at times. Far far away. By Thursday, after I had found my job, things were much better. Times like these make me appreciate the good times more often.
So we had camp. I wasn’t there physically for 2 afternoons. At times it felt like I was missing out tremendously. I didn’t get to know the kids in my cabin. Unfortunate.
But, for the most positive aspect of camp: I know I’m loved. I know I’m missed when I’m not around. I know I play specific roles at camp. Photographer. Cabin judge. Mentor. All around nice guy. And its ok to like oneself. Its ok to think highly of yourself. In fact, it’s almost a necessity in this world. Like yourself. After all, we are told we must love others as much as we like ourselves.
Camp Signs
I thought they were lost. The Pig Pen and Cleanest Cabin Award signs we use for camp each year. I hadn’t seen them since 2001. I’ve asked and asked the whereabouts of them, but never could get a straight answer. Instead, after quite a while, and perhaps that Scottsville’s VBS supplies were stored in the same place, was told where they might be. Mcpherson Appraisal Service’s storage bin. Unlocked. Just off Scottsville’s town square. There they were all along. Spiderwebs and all.
The signs hold alot of history behind them. It was traditional to sign the back of them after winning them. So my name is on them. Along with years worth of other campers. It’s great. No where else can you find years of camp history written in one place. The agony of defeat is said bluntly on the back of the Pig Pen sign which says “This is what happens when your counselor doesn’t make his bed.” One can only imagine the wrath that counselor felt after their cabin got the award.
I was the recepient of the Pig Pen award one time. I, along with the rest of my cabin was found sleeping when it was time for Bible class. I was embarrassed too. So we got the Pig Pen. Major embarrassment at the time.
Stalin’s Funeral
D-Day Newspapers
Ronald Reagan dead at the senseless age of 93
Once upon a time, CNN made some premade obits for some people who would probably be dead soon. Reagan was one of them. So I guess CNN and all those other quasi-news organizations can dig out those premade obits for Reagan now.
So let’s compare.
CNN’s premade obit.
CNN’s actual obit.
Compare and contrast them. I expect a full report from each and every one of you Monday morning.
Reagan was good. He’s the first president I remember. I remember my mom pulling me out of my 1st grade class just so that I could stand by and see Reagan’s limo as it made it down the road on his visit to Nashville. Cool stuff.