The truth is probably best if anyone asks me if someone’s punched me in the side of my face.

They haven’t. I did however have a nasty run in with the side of my car. That is, I was getting in – it was dark and my face met some metal. Minorly embarassing.

So I have split lip, a fat lip, a bruised lip, a bit of numb s face and it was one of those pain moments where you feel distinctly like throwing up. Emily was with me and was entirely concerned about me (probably that I’d pass out as I was driving) the whole way home which was a little amusing as I’d said I felt a bit ‘strange’.

I still feel a bit sick and the side of my mouth looks a little worse for wear. Laura played nurse and got out a torch and everything when I got home (Mum wasn’t around) and did the whole, “Put ice on it!” thing. Good old frozen peas.

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So to continue what’s become a daily tradition…

I had the extreme rarity of having a day off. Absolutely nothing to do – except email off that rather large assignment before 12pm. This did mean I couldn’t sleep to my hearts content but did mean that I didn’t have to do battle with an oversleep headache which I get far too frequently as I abuse my body clock. Before I emerged from my room, Dad yelled out, “Bye I’m going to Sydney”, “Okay, bye!” I didn’t even think to go out. Shows how used I am to him doing the jetset thing. Not sure how long he’ll be gone.

Had the house to myself and so put on some classical music up loud. Had breakfast and sat around the lounge room for a long time, listening to, well I’d guess you’d call them memories.

I do not think it’s all that typical for someone my generation to really like classical music unless they happen to be thoroughly musical – which I can assure you I am not. I had a very big thing against most music when I was younger for some stupid reason and the first I ever admited enjoying (loving) was by Handel, Bach and Vivaldi. I dont’ think I could listen to them all the time and I’ve far gotten over my fear of admitting that other stuff is actually rather fantastic. I still would count Handel’s Messiah in my top 10.

So I sat and listened and rediscovered pieces like Bach’s Air on the G String (don’t laugh!) which is one of the worlds nicest pieces of music. I spent a lot of time thinking, praying and a good bit of it reading. Have had the Bible out a fair bit more lately which is nice because it means I’m falling back into the habit which I did let slide a little bit, moreso I’m actually enjoying it. I love being home alone and having free range to do things like that alone, outside of my room, which is my hobbit hole and my hermitage.

When Laura came home, late afternoon. We sat and watched the rest of Fiddler on the Roof (another something I haven’t seen for ages). There are parts of that movie I can’t stand but the rest of it seems to make up for them. Hodel is by far the best character followed closely by Chava.

Perchik: There’s a question… A certain question I want to discuss with you.
Hodel: Yes?
Perchik: It’s a political question.
Hodel: What is it?
Perchik: The question of… marriage.
Hodel: Is this a political question?
Perchik: Well, yes. Yes, everything’s political. Like everything else, the relationship between a man and a woman has a socioeconomic base. Marriage must be founded on mutual beliefs. A common attitude and philosophy towards society –
Hodel: – And affection?
Perchik: Well, yes, of course. That is also necessary. Such a relationship can have positive social values. When two people face the world with unity and solidarity…
Hodel: And affection?
Perchik: Yes, that is an important element! At any rate, I… I personally am in favour of such a socioeconomic relationship.
Hodel: I think… you are asking me to marry you.
Perchik: Well… in a theoretical sense… yes. I am.

Haha. It’s superb.

Jess D, Sam and Jacqui came over this evening and we ate chips and played Bohnanza (or the Bean Game) which Jess is in love with for some reason. Jess won and I pulled in a draw for second with the lovely Samantha.

They left reasonably early, which was rather nice because ‘tired’ still looms and I had a splitting headache. Now of course I’m up late again with the headache mysteriously gone.

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I was pointed to the BBC UK psychology site tonight and have been wasting some time doing some quizzes as I do have a weak spot for anything personality related. (btw, do work out your myersbriggs for me and let me know it saves me a lot of bother guessing and although this is fun, it’s often a little difficult) Quizzes of such can be found: here, or here (second one is probably better if my memory serves me correctly)

The one that made me laugh (BBC) was what sex is your brain?. Don’t go all silly now, it’s basically do you think more like a man or a woman? It appears that my brain is totally genderless and I fall smack bang in the middle of the scale. Shall I go find my self an identity crisis? Why oh why does it rather please me getting a result like this? Perhaps I am just ridiculously objective?

This site also told me something I already know: I am a realist.

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I’ve been reflecting on a few conversations I’ve had this past week or two. I wont name the few people who contributed but I do value them highly. I’m pulling this from my memory which is only usually ever good for names and faces but here goes,

“Rebecca, if you are [thinking of] quitting work, changing your uni course, maybe slowing/ceasing gush stuff… (some other stuff), then what are doing? What are you going to do? It’s like you’re starting back from nothing much.”

What a horrible paraphrase and I’ve probably totally misquoted him, but you get the gist i.e. Have you thought about all this seriously, is it really the best thing? (How I interpreted it).

It has been a week or so since my, ‘chuck the trowel’ moment and I’ve hopefully wisened up slightly, it was helpful to have this person list the stuff in front of my face and in essence and without meaning to, point the word ‘quitter’ at me. I am occasionaly prone to being quite stupid, dare you to misquote that one. What gets me is that I am usually someone who HAS to finish things, stick them through, rough it out, complete them.

The conversation I had with Burkie the other night also focused around descisions, namely the uni tribulations. After some ranting…

“I suggest you work out what the hell you want to do before it comes to changing courses.”

I am a goal orientated person. The last year of school posed huge problems as I couldn’t come to a descision course wise and so had to aim for a score without any backing motivation. After exams it got no easier, another reason why I ‘took a year off’. In a sense I delayed things. Dad found my now uni course in a tiny advertisement in the paper. It was (and still is) brand spanking new.

A goal orientated person without a goal is a failing ninny, and so the goals get smaller and more short term in order to accomodate the need of a planned ‘forward’.

He asked me if I had an ultimate dream job/career. Although a career would be great, I don’t think it’s what I’m going to revolve around. I find it really hard to visualise possibilities for the future. My ultimate career at one stage long ago was photojournalism. I mentioned this and then threw in a, “It doesn’t seem realistic” comment.

Being the fine practical person James Burke is, he started talking about getting a list together (goals wise) I do believe it was around careers and our conversation careened off to prayer and being proactive about praying consistently for things this. Praying consitently and not limiting ourselves to what we think is realistic and possible. It calls to mind the often pulled out of context verse of, “All things are possible with God”.

“What I’m trying to encourage you is not to be limited to the faith you do have, but the faith you should have”

Which has the truth of Ephesians 3 in it.

My immediate response (NB I was massively frustrated at this point) was, “I know if I ask (God about all this stuff) I’ll start getting disatisified and unsure and frustrated all over again about the ‘unfinished’ working it out business, which I’ve layed aside due to some ‘go with the flow’ nature I picked up somewhere along the way to help me cope.”
So a smack in the face revelation that came out of my own mouth and I realised it out loud, “In retrospect this is totally anti-who I am.”

We don’t often bother with pestering God about what we don’t think is possible. I think I generally do the ‘trust enough’ to get me by and often skip addressing some of the issues that are ever-present.

I was reading some of Deuteronomy 15 tonight, about the year for cancelling debts.

“However, there should be no poor among you, for in the land the LORD your God is giving you to possess as your inheritance, he will richly bless you, if only you fully obey the LORD your God and are careful to follow all these commands I am giving you today.” – Deut 15:4-5

The Hebrews are given this awesome covenant and if they hold up their side God is going to
“richly bless” them (and thats just one thing). As you might know they fell out of keeping God in the highest place sometime down the track as the pattern so goes. Full obedience can’t be an easy thing. What struck me as I was glancing through, was that perhaps they didn’t trust God enough to follow through or they didn’t grab the magnitude of what was on hand, in order to strive to and remember to be fully obedient.

In Wild at Heart (yes thats right, I do read guys books sometimes) Eldredge quotes Gil Bailie (p.200):

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

He then goes on to mention how David didn’t fit Sauls armour. Saul could not see how it was going to work and so had to ‘try it on him’. The impossible task of killing Goliath was possible but not like how Saul pictured it.

I think we often severly doubt what God can do wether we really realise it or not, be it simple complacency in not ‘dreaming big’. I’d love to have ‘great faith’ but I know I don’t. I however do know that I have a great God and I guess this is probably a good place to start.

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me—
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire—
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
-Edgar Lee Masters

Oh look, he’s written one about me. There, be shocked. Really I am just as disturbed as he is about me being “goal-less”. I guess I’m that ‘flailing ninny’. I do have an idea of what I want to do in some way it just has to encompass my interests. Just find me something with writing, photography (not necessary), theology… and don’t you dare suggest writing for a typical Christian magazine, talk about dousing a career before it begins.

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A very sad, discourgaing day. The clock in my room is a few minues slow and so by the time Dad and I drove down, caught the most evil pedestrian lights in the world, the train was farewelling the station. Last option was to drive to work which I hadn’t wanted to do as it was only a four hour shift and not worth the petrol.

I dropped dad and pushed the speedlimit, had the worst lot of light sequences possible and arrived to work 10 minutes late. Manager was not at all happy and gave me a ‘talking to’ out the back which was reasonably fair, then she started going on about me not being available Sunday’s etc and I’d apparently as said I would be in my interview – my memory says differently, “I’ll be available Sundays if you really really need me.” It cast everything in to a thoroughly gloomy mood and threw all those, ‘maybe I’ll give this place a second shot’ out the window. Okay, actually I was rather… (find me a synonym for upset). Mercifully I was out the back most of the day, ‘stickering/unstickering’ which suited my: I don’t want to talk to anyone just now.

There is a new girl, Victoria – which explains my shift being half it’s normal length. I had a look at the roster and I found a 3hr shift for Saturday – 3hrs is hardly worth coming in for, but it was not a good time to complain so I didn’t. I really hate working where I don’t enjoy myself one iota.

The last half hour or so was a slight improvement – it took me that long to haul my brain out of evil resignation plans. I am caught, because if I quit now, it looks like an immature response to being told off – if I wait until the end of May ___ shall be going travelling (yes another one!). I think despite my best efforts of sticking it outm will get until the end of my uni semester at least then I can use a changing timetable as an excuse if they even want to hear one. I can’t stand much more. It’s not a terrible place to work, but it’s really not much fun.

As I was leaving, I was asked to come in earlier on Sat, so at least now it’s worth it. I’d planned to do something with Jess D this weekend, but I don’t have the time unless it’s just a day thing let alone the energy.

Arrived home and found someone has left some nice chocolate for me on my desk. I don’t know who would’ve done that, Dad’s the only one home…

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