Boulder BeginningsA dear friend of mine previously threatened to pull my blog link from her page if I didn't update soon. So, for you Mandy, here I am.
I have resigned myself to the fact that I am not a blogger. I am ok with it, but I find some strange intrigue in the online world resulting from the click click click of one's keyboard in the wee hours of the morning. What about blogging gives us the freedom to express thoughts and attitudes that we wouldn't dare express verbally to another soul? Does it allow me to feign a belief that no one will read what I write? Or rather that I am trying to be real in a world that so often forces the reality of one's life so deep below the surface that he forgets it is there? Regardless, I think personally I am still too concerned with what any one of the hundreds of people that know me may think if I were really to bare all on my blog. That isn't meant to be an excuse for my poor updating skills, rather a self revelation that I hope to reconcile (though maybe not through blogging--sorry Mandy).
Whew, I didn't realize I was in for that insight today as I sat down to click a few quippy and hopefully interesting sentences.
I don't dare try to update from my last post till now, no one would ever read it all. I suppose I'll just hit a few high points.
A major thorn in my side has recently subsided. My attempt to purchase my first rental property turned into an ordeal that neither myself nor any of my advisors could have ever predicted. After three months of dashed hopes from passing deadlines and returned money I nearly gave up hope. I am now, however, landed in the great state of Indiana--now I just have to find a renter for the house. This is the beginning of my adventure in the world of real-estate. Sure, not my first bout, but the first major step I have taken on my own. Here's to good fortune...at least for a while.
During the entire process I have met a slew of interesting people. I am realizing more and more what I like so much about life, about getting out there and taking risks (as mild as they may be for my own life--I'm surely no forrest jump); its the people that I meet along the way. Those who have interesting stories to tell, be it of 5 years of travel in India studying under the Dalai Llama before a move to Fort Wayne, IN, or the single professional who is relocating sure to find a dwelling that will suit his pleasures as a neat freak. My thoughts now are turned to this question: What does my life look like as a witness of Jesus Christ as I interact with these individuals? How am I a vivid representation of His love and mercy, all the while being a good financial steward. That, I will be endeavoring to resolve.
On another front, I have recently come face to face with my elementary years. Not in the way most would think. More specifically, the color wheel. Trying to determine my stance as a bold color, over a pastel, or dry erase marker is quite the interesting dance. It is seemingly a big game, one I have avoided quite well for a while. But recently I find myself beginning to be more intrigued with the rules of engagement that in the distant or recent past. So far things are looking up, we'll see how things progress as I venture down this road.
Oh, I mustn't leave out the frequent visits to the Grizzly Rose -- Denver's most popular Country Bar. I've become a line dancing fool.
If you're lucky there will be another post in the near future. Don't hold your breath.
