In the past year, one of my favorite things to do is cook breakfast. Especially on my day off. I love slicing mushrooms and tomatoes and avocadoes and frying eggs and toast. It’s the most important meal of the day, am I right?
But what if someone told me it wasn’t? What if someone told me breakfast wasn’t the most important meal of the day, but in fact, it was lunch? To make it a double-whammy, what if someone told me what I enjoy isn’t worth enjoying?
Did I know it wasn’t enough until someone told me?
I think that’s how it is with life. I mean, let’s face it, sometimes it’s boring. And sometimes we take other peoples’ words at face value. But what about what you know, that you know, that you know?
Today I plan on washing my car. Going for a walk. Attending church in the evening. Putting on my make-up. Studying for my ABO exam in November.
Is it not enough if someone tells me it isn’t enough? Is it okay if my life is like this for the next 6 months? How about the next 6 years? What about boredom? And all the cure-alls for it? Because in all honesty, I need a party. I need a kiss on the mouth and a cigarette. In that order. Or any order. I need to go out at 11 o’clock at night to run down the street in my underwear and kiss the stars and wave at the sky to let the aliens know I’m here, and I’m waiting for their arrival.
I need Jesus.