My attempt to understand what to do about honoring. 

A summary of me doing all of the things. 

Books. Music. Video. Perhaps not quite enough sleep. 

In which I complain about God's utter lack of dignity. 

Tis the season.

Life is made of impossibilities. People recover from the loss of their children, women survive childbirth, college students do not universally drop dead of liver failure, and most people like their friends. Books get written. People win Olympic medals. 

Ah yes, more expectations not met.

Expectations vs. Reality 

A reflection on the last two months as told by what I learned or remembered. 

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be an adult, since, apparently, I've been one for three years. 

I'm certain it can't just be a birthday. One day, I went to work, thinking about the (college) homework I had, the musical I was in, and I quietly told my boss it was my birthday. One year later, I did the same thing, only it was special, because it was my eighteenth birthday, and I got a pretty guitar. Other than that guitar, eighteen felt much like seventeen. Even though I have grown and matured, adulthood still feels... arbitrary. There doesn't seem to be a proper checklist for what makes a person truly an adult. 

... probably. 

After a decade or so of playing and studying music, I realized it has infected my whole perspective. Here are five places music has made me the person I am today. 

People matter. So do issues. React accordingly.