I know I’m behind on this project. Blah. Oh well. Maybe I’ll pull through in time.
6. I’m thankful for restlessness and discontentment. It’s an uncomfortable place to be and it’s uncomfortable to feel this way, but it pushes me. I’m driven by these feelings. I don’t want to “settle” for what I have now. After a good discussion with one of my best friends, I realize that I don’t ever want to “settle down.” I’ll never be ready for that and will never like that phrase. But this restlessness drives me for more. It puts passion in me. Sometimes my restlessness depresses me, but it also reminds me that I want more. More from life and more from myself. I have high standards for myself, for my dreams, for the people around me. I’m dreaming big – sometimes I think I’m dreaming too big and it scares me. But I’m only here for a short time and I want to make my life count. This restlessness is my fuel.
My goal: to be a part of making this horrendous injustice to stop. It makes me cry.
Phillip LaRue – Window. Please watch this.
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7. Oh my gosh. I don’t have a big enough vocabulary to explain how thankful I am for my friends. The precious moments I’ve spent with them, the heartfelt discussions until the wee hours of the morning, hearing their about their dreams and aspirations, the way their own passions stir me… my friends are incredible people. Their love is contagious. Their hearts are huge. They care. They love. They encourage. They push me to be better. They make me excited about things I’ve never been excited about. They put a smile on my face and brighten my day. I don’t get to see them very often, but they mean the world to me.