Careful

I've been restless for some time now. Longing to do something more exciting with my days on this earth than I have been. I thought risk-taking would be a nice career change for me. Now I realize why I never lived this way in the first place. It's how you get hurt.

When I was little, my mom wouldn't let me ride my bike to the end of our dirt road. My friends were riding their bikes all over town. And I couldn't even explore our own property. She just didn't want me to get hurt.

Once, when my dad was driving me to school, he teased me about putting on too much make up and especially lip gloss. "Rebekah, honey, no boys are going to want to kiss you with all that.... umm, yeah actually why don't you go ahead and put a little bit more on." :] Thanks, Dad.

I'm 21 now and my mom and dad don't hover over me protecting me from the vile things of this world. Thank goodness.

But when will I ever figure out how to protect myself on my own? When will I learn to be careful with my heart? It's the only one I've got.

Electic

Perhaps I am not an open enough person to be a good blogger. Every time I think of something I would like to write about.. I decide it would be better off in my journal. Fortunately the only person that reads this is Jenny. [love you]

I'm currently listening to the Cha Cha Slide and wishing I were in a crazy dance club sweating to death and getting a great cardio work out. I'm feeling particularly introspective because I've been reading all day. Brother Odd by Dean Koontz, Super Staff Supervision by Michael Brandwein, and Captivating by Stasi Eldredge. Very electic. I know.

In other news.. today is Monday. And it didn't completely suck. Wow. Congrats Universe.. you and I might actually be able to work things out. (: Strangly enough, I woke up much earlier than usual.. after going to bed much later than usual and didn't feel sleepy all day. So I'm going to try something.. this strange new concept -- waking up early on purpose. Maybe see if tomorrow can be as fruitful as today.

On a side note - possibly one of the worst feelings in the world is missing someone. It only gets worse if they don't miss you back.

Wonderful

What a day to start a blog. I decided to do so while I was driving back to school from a fantastic weekend with Pensacolian friends. Today has been wonderful. Caleb can say "aunt" and he blew me kisses when I walked out the door. I made the drive in record time, only went off the road a couple times, talked to Jenny and did not get squished into roadkill by any 18 wheelers. I also discovered that if you turn your AC on high and aim it directly in your face while driving at a hurried pace, you almost feel as if you are on a motorcycle or convertible. Except it doesn't mess up your hair.

This is my question for the day is this: If Jack needed to pass a paternity test for Aaron, could he? He was Claire's half brother making himself a blood relative of her baby. But what does a paternity test show? That the subjects are related or that the child was made from the genetic make up of the adult in question. I don't really know anything about science. Thanks a heap, Stokes.

Also, I slept for three hours and wrote a paper in two. I feel good about that.