When you are pooped, nothing soothes quite like country music (specifically, Zach Brown Band's Chicken Fried). I tried listening to Muse--I really did. But it was terribly grating.
(But not Coldplay. Coldplay is eternally playable.)
I am pooped.
Two half-days of conference wears a body out, and especially when that body learns by listening and experiencing BOTH. They say that only fools learn by experience, but I think it depends on what you learn.
For example, I learned that friendship is the process of growing. I'd never heard that anywhere before (or if I did, I've forgotten), and learned it purely by experiencing what kind of relationship happens when one person stop growing at the same pace (or in the same direction). It's still a form of friendship, but not...friendship.
And it makes me sad. (But not fully sad--there's that psychological pleasure always in the back of my head when an opportunity to discover things about the human psyche. It's persistent.)
Huh. I think my writing's improving. Must be the continuous journal entries and internalizing (new favorite word--heard it several time during the conference).
WHICH REMINDS ME. I also learned that my youth pastor is not the only one who says "during" dyou-ring. It's kind of funny.
Oh yes.
I love Jesus.
(A lot.)
And I still adore food.
(I'll never unlearn adoring food.)
(At least, I desperately hope not.)
Oh! And The Lord of the Rings, too! That is something that I absolutely LOVE.
(Partly because of Elrond and [among his other elvish attributes] his Eyebrows of Doom.)
Need I even mention Band of Brothers?
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