Leaving it Behind

Finals are done. Classes are done. Homework is done. Packing is definitely not done. As much as I can do right now is done, but it doesn't make me feel very productive. The bathroom is clean, half my desk is dusted, everything is down off the walls, and I've gotten a few things packed up. But besides the empty walls, this place still looks pretty "lived in." Actually, it pretty refreshing to see in comparison to all the empty rooms here now.

This morning the rhythm section for choir recorded some songs. Actually, they might still be recording for all I know. I only had to record two songs, but they had to do seven. I feel really bad for them. They have a lot of other things they could be doing (i.e. packing, hanging out with friends they aren't going to see for four months).

To change subjects completely, I've been called brave twice this week. Pretty much in reference to the same thing, but from two completely different people in two completely different areas in my life. One was a professor, and one was a student. Well, I guess she's not a student anymore because she's graduating tomorrow. This isn't the first time I've been called brave. In fact, it's happened a couple times in the past year or so. Each time it's been in reference to honesty - to openess. It's really weird for me that people would think of me that way and see that characteristic in me. I often think of myself as such a timid person, but I guess there's a lot more I could hold back. I just want to be me. I'm not satisfied with any less anymore. So I'll do what it takes to do that, even if it means being brave. And beside, it's all really trusting God, because if I was relying on myself there's no way I'd do any of it.