Would You Rather have restricted freedom and no crime or unrestricted freedom with massive rates of crime?
I’m not going to lie. This question is way to serious for my mood and mindset right now. I know the last few have been pretty light-hearted, so I guess it is only fair (just a reminder, I don’t pick these myself. They come from a daily question generat0r).
I’m going to go with restricted freedom with no crime. Sounds almost a bit utopia-like, but I’m okay with that. One can imagine a crime-free, happy-go-lucky world, right?
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Alas, that’s my answer for the would you rather. It has been forever since I’ve blogged. I don’t like it, to be honest. It is hard for me to find time and sit down with my laptop and write. Life was definitely a lot easier back in Nashville. My blog was one of the things I looked forward to in the day.
This year’s been different, so far. My first week was rough. Really rough. Emotionally, Mentally, Physically.
Things have picked up. I’m happy to know that others have gone through some of the same trials as I. In speaking with friends, one said it perfectly. It made perfect sense to me, “I came in thinking last year was going to be the same as last. That I was going to feel the same way, think the same way, act the same…”
That friend and I have both gone through a lot lately and changed. Speaking for myself, this summer definitely changed me. And it happened for a reason. My venture to Nashville happened way to easily. It was right. It was meant to happen. Now I’m just figuring out what I was to get of that.
Lately, Africa has been on my heart. A lot. I want to go this next summer. I’m thinking for a few weeks. So, I’m thinking that the independence I gained in Nashville was part of God’s preparation for my upcoming life journeys.
It’s been a different year for sure. I’m still adjusting. Things are picking up extremely quickly. And, thus is life in a [very small] nutshell.