Literature Deprivation

Arrgghh! Poor me....woe is me! Life's circumstances at times provoke justifiable whining and self-pity. All week, I was anticipating the opportunity to read an essay from my AP on the subject of faithfulness at work. You know how it is when you go to the well and the well is dry...here I was, thirsty for words of wisdom and inspiration, eagerly anticipating a veritable FEAST of heightened understanding and enlightenment---only to find that the lights were never turned on! AYYYYY! What will I DO! I shall be reduced to reading cheap works of fiction by uninspiring, boring authors who have NOTHING to offer to humanity! What a weekend!

I'll get through it somehow,
Troy

This Week Was Not Greatly Improved

Okay, party's over, I guess. Harrumph. My illustrious accountability partner (Steve), in his ever-tactful, brotherly way, indicated that if I don't get a handle on my late-night Internet excursions (the one's that keep me up way past normal bed time and cause me to crash and burn the next day in the area of responsibility)--some restrictions were coming down. And because I don't lie to my brother (or anybody else for that matter), I'm about to get some "iron bars" set---but that's good, I guess.
In terms of everything else...I'd have to rate myself as "so-so"...not the best...and I have to face reality...tired bodies do not good enhance the responsible handling of life. Actually, I'm embarrassed (appropriately, I suppose) to have to face this down. Still, though, I'm glad I will be dealing with it. I need to.
I love my life, my family, my God, my church, my friends...and so much that I'm blessed with. I shudder to think of the dire results that come from slothfulness, according to the Word of God...I don't want to lose the good things God has blessed me with. I'm in business for myself now, so it's more important than ever.

Troy

The Number 17

I like the number 17. I don't know why. I used to like the number 7 best...guess because I thought God liked seven. So when and why the switch to 17? Dunno...but if I'm trying to wait and do something for "good measure", I'll like count to 17...or if that won't be enough, then I'll double it and do 34. I could be stirring something....and I'll think it's "about done", and give it another 17 swirls.
Silly? Perhaps...but I'm finding that consistency and predictability bring tranquility (whoa...that rhymed!). And even though this is a very small thing (and it is, I guess...some would even say it's too trifling to talk about)...I'm looking at it and thinking "why not"? Usually the way we are in one area of our life, we tend to be in others.
I'm some ways, I guess I still have vestiges of my "seven"-orientation at play. I'll often divide small things into seven steps, for example---and I still tend to think that a good list has fourteen things on it (double-seven). Okay, I'm weird...fair enough...but I rather like the way I'm gravitating over to 17. Call it a personal quirk, it's still a "touch-stone" of predictability.

Troy