1. The idea that there is somehow no good music being made today.
There is. You are just too busy fawning over Biggie to find it.
2. I don’t have any ice cream.
I don’t have any ice cream.
3. Debates over what’s godly and what’s not.
Unless I am your accountability partner, let’s not argue about what God does or does not want us to do. You do what you think is godly and I’ll do what I think is godly, and we can be happy.
4. My thirst for drama.
I desperately crave villains in my life narrative. There are no villains. Just a bunch of people trying to figure out how to live the good life.
5. The American dream.
I am teaching 9th graders this summer. And I love every minute of it. But over the past couple of weeks, I’ve started to develop this fear. What am I educating these students for? So they can be successful in a dream that should have never been a dream in the first place? If all of these students become lawyers, will they be happier than their non-lawyer peers? Will they be more content? Will they be closer to God?
6. Every last thing that has distorted my view of life, love and happiness.
Between John Cusack movies and 50 Shades of Gray and rap music and pop music and Nicholas Sparks novels and Facebook status updates I don’t know what I’m supposed to want.
7. The idea that life is about me and my enjoyment.
How many hours have I spent “blowing off steam” or “taking a break?” These ideas are lies. We need breaks, but we don’t need those breaks to be watching three hours of Youtube videos.
8. I don’t get to visit my friend in New York this summer.
I miss him.
😦 I miss you.