Archive for May, 2016

What is on my mind?

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In a world that moves so fast paced, some question if their problem even matter, that person is me. I put myself under other people, in order to make them feel like they matter. This is great, but sometimes it can eliminate my passion to help myself. This leads to me being depressed, which leads to me not caring, that leads to depressing comments, ending with a long ride of pain and lack of motivation. It is very important to help people, but it is also very important to help yourself. That is what today is about, I stand back and think “What is on my mind?”

This will be a shorter post. I don’t want to go to deep in my mind, as it is a dark place, when you go too deep. This will barely scratch the surface of my mind, as I show you guys a short image of my thoughts. This might not be suitable for all audiences, or those faint at heart, with that being said, here we go!

I wake up every morning to go to work, there is never a day that I don’t get up early. It has become a part of my being. I have adapted quite easily to the sleep pattern, but my pattern has gotten off. I fell asleep after work one day, and didn’t get up until late, this was a night that I was needing to get sleep, for work the next morning. With my slumber coming too early, I was forced to stay up (by my body) and try to tire myself out. This didn’t work. I still, to this day, cant get to bed at a decent time. I keep getting tired too early and falling asleep. I don’t have to get up too early, tomorrow, so I am hoping to sleep in a little and finally get back on task.

Another thing, I have been hurting lately. My heart is weak, I have been battered for too long. I am not sure what is wrong, but I know that this isn’t the real me. I am not the guy in the mirror. I can’t stand the piece of shit I stare at in the mirror, anymore. I hate that I don’t have my life together, and that I am still in the same position, as I was last year. I thought that I was going to be doing something with this career, but I have gotten lazy. I used my vacation to get up on my writing, for what? I have stumbled back, and now I write my post the same day its going up. On top of all of that, I have stopped my “The good, the great, the best” project, this project was going to be used to get noticed, but I have been too lazy to get on the roll. I want to be a published writer, but I don’t deserve it!!!! I don’t deserve to have my name on anything, not with the lack of confidence I have in myself. How do I expect others to like my work, if I don’t even like it? What about my novel? I still have failed to start that, yeah I am doing great! I hate the fact that I have to live with myself. I hate the person inside, and I hope that he wakes the hell up, soon! I have no excuse anymore, I have to get this done. I have to put faith back in myself and get this career going. I want to get something out there, I just wish I had the same faith, in myself, as everyone has in me.

I am mad at myself, but I do seem to be getting back into this. I think I got burnt out, but that is no excuse. The writers block, or writers laziness, which ever one it is, it has to stop. I cant hold back anymore. This is my battle cry. This is when the lion stands up, out of his comfort zone, and lets out a powerful roar. This is my time. I am pulling out all the stops, and getting ready, getting ready to give this writing career my all, not worrying about what others think. This is my career, not theirs, its time to start taking it like that.

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When I started this segment, I wanted to bash the church. I wanted to rip apart every believer, I was out for blood. This wasn’t going to stop until every church was on its knees, begging me to stop what I was doing, but something was changing throughout each post, the anger was weakening and I began to forget what I was so mad about. I still remember what led me out of the church, but now I shake my head at them, instead of dwelling on it. The reason being, I am better than they will ever be. I am living a good life. I have a great job, A beautiful wife, a decent head on my shoulder and this amazing blog! They might have tore me down and spit on me, but they don’t answer to me, they will answer to the same “God” as everyone else. I can’t worry about what they did, I have to get back up and find my own faith, or my own beliefs. This may take a while, and it may be a crazy idea, but its something I need to do. With this being said, I want to painfully announce….This will be one of the last post on Letters to the chapel, it had a great run, but all good things need to come to an end.

I wrote a personal worship song once, it was named “Road to Damascus.” If you have read the new testament, you should know what this story involves, but if you haven’t, allow me to explain it horribly. Saul (later Paul) was breathing threats onto Gods Disciples. He went onto the high priest and asked for the letters to the synagogues, of Damascus, so that if he did find any believers, he could take them prisoners to Jerusalem. Saul was traveling on his way to Damascus. God came to him in a light from heaven. He asked “Saul, yo Saul, why do you persecute meith?” Saul asked “Who you be, Lord?” The thunder of heaven echoed “I am Jesus, whom youi  are persecuting, now goeth into the city, and then I will let you know my plan.” All of Saul’s friends were speechless, as they heard the words. Saul, which was on the ground, got up but he couldn’t see. His friends played “Follow the leader, Saul.” And led him into the city. His blindness was only temporary, though, and he received it back in three days. In those three days,  he didn’t eat or drink anything. So, the Lord had other plans, he called upon this man, Ananias, telling him to go lay hands on the guy that harmed many saints. Ananias told him that he was coming to arrest anyone that was calling upon Gods’ name. But Jesus didn’t care, he told this stubborn man to go and do what he was told, that he had amazing plans for this man. He was a chosen instrument to go onto the gentiles and kings of Israel.

Ananias enters into the house Saul was staying, and told him “Yo you Saul? Yeah you the man, anyways I was suppose to fill you with the holy spirit.” When this happened, Saul was giving his sight back, as scales fell off his eyes. He got up and was baptized, after the baptism, he filled his body with food and regained his strength. After several days with his disciples in Damascus, he was found preaching in the synagogues that Jesus is the son of God.

I wrote the song “Road to Damascus” that was telling God to change me, while I was losing my way, and to bring me back to him. This was during a rough time in my life, where I was questioning everything about Christ. I lost my way, and I knew the only way back to Christ was to get back on the road that started it all.

The beginning of my walk was powerful. Before my walk, I didn’t want anything to do with Christ, I was wanting to cause all the Christians to stumble by making fun of them for believing. I would call them names, poke fun at their religion, I would do anything to get them to stop believing. But then I was transformed by Gods grace, during the hours of my persecuting. God wanted to use me to get into the schools, and for me to touch the young peoples lives. This was the plan, but as I talked to them about Jesus, they began to push me away, the same way the Jews pushed them away and threatened to kill him. This is when I decided to try and join with the fellow Christians, but they still thought that I was trying to make fun of them. It took awhile for them to get use to the new me, but as they got use to me, I began to use our friendship to make a difference.

     After the Church asked me to leave, I found that I was back to making fun of the church, and causing problems, hoping they would say something to show that they were fake. I didn’t get anywhere though, so I thought of writing a series called “Letters to the Chapel,” that would be my public bash fest of the church. This was the original plan, until I started to change, again. The more I wrote for this segment, the more I saw that my heart was softening. I didn’t know it, but I was back on the road of Damascus, this time the transformation was a bit slower, but it was still doing something inside. I felt bad for my previous actions, so I ended up apologizing to all the people I attacked. This doesn’t mean that I will ever go back to church, but for now it’s the best start I have. Who knows what life will bring, or what the future holds, with my religious beliefs, I just know I’m on the road to Damascus, and I don’t plan on getting off. 

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When I first found out, I was nervous. I was nearly 20, and was just starting my life when I found out she was pregnant. She was a beautiful blonde hair girl, she had a shining smile, a soft voice and held herself very high. No one was going to take this girl down, no one with a boulder or with a chainsaw, she was unbeatable. This is the time of my life that I don’t want to give up, these are qualities that keep me searching for answers to the questions “Why did it happen?” and “Will I ever be happy again?” These questions will never be answered, because no one knows why, and she was the only happiness that I had. She is gone now, she isnt coming back, ever, but why do I blame myself?
I fight with myself every night, trying to force myself to believe the lies, that she was sick, and that she didn’t have that long to live. It is hard to give into those thoughts, especially when she felt so alive. She was always full of so much energy, but in a months time, all that energy was gone. She was rotting away, and here I was sitting around thinking she was going to be fine. I truly thought that she was going to fight back and win, but the longer the fight lasted, the quicker her strength failed her. It wasn’t long after the doctors announcement that she was found dead, on the kitchen floor.
I had to be the one to find her, I had to be the first to grab her cold body. The pain that came with seeing her was breathtaking. I tried to revive her,  I really did, but she was gone. The saddest thing is that I couldn’t even call an ambulance. I was frozen to her, I was stuck to the lifeless body. I tried to let go, but something kept ahold of me. I couldn’t let go, I felt like giving up on holding her, was equivalent to giving up on us. I wasn’t going to give up on her, so why would I let go?
It finally came to me, she was gone. I had to let go, she was no longer with us. I couldn’t hold onto something that wasn’t here, I couldn’t do that to me, but also, if she was being held back because of me, I didn’t want to do that. She deserved to go to her special place, with all the pain on earth, how could I deny her peace? I couldn’t, and I didn’t. I let her go, I finally let her go. The cancer came in between us, the damn cancer came between us. I still sit here, in this wooden chair, waiting for her to come outside with a glass of sweet lemonade, but pain consumes me, when I realize she’s not coming out. The days aren’t the same anymore, she lays in the cemetery on the other side of town.
She was my Becky, she was the first love that I had, the only one that I have loved. She was taking from me too soon, but recently I have been thinking, what if I met up with her? What if she is still waiting for me at the door, I can’t keep her waiting. I have the solution.
With loneliness in his heart, George couldn’t live this life anymore. The counseling wasn’t working, he was seeing Becky in his mirrors, in the shower, and in his bed. The image of his wife was now a haunting memory, one that he no longer wanted to have. His obituary read this “I didn’t want to leave, but cancer can’t stand between us now.”

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This was 2 years ago. I was recently criticized about my work. I thought it was the end of my line, especially with my views not being the best. I contemplated quiting the thing I loved to do, and that was to write. This blog was my response to being rejected, and not having the best views. It is worth a read, if you are having problems with either!

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After two months of blogging, I probably have received only 200 views/clicks to my blog. Should I quit? Or should I take it like a man and go on with more post? Should I post more? Or should I take time away from this activity? Is Rejection enough to make me quit?

First, Let me talk to you guys about why I blog. There are three reasons that I blog; I have advice people need to see, A great hobby, and It frees my mind.

Everyone has something to say, even if it doesn’t reach out to everyone, it will reach a few people that need to see it. It’s better to help one person, even if a thousand don’t like the post. As long as you help a few people, your blog is worth keeping!

A great hobby is needed in this world. I was lost when I was in writer’s block- it was a depression I couldn’t get over. But when I got over the disease, I felt alive again. I tried everything from shooting hoops to shooting my brother-in-law with a BB gun (Okay! That was fun). Writing is my passion and a great hobby to have!

It frees my mind from the world that I am tortured to live in. It is good to get away from the continuous stress that I am under. It is good to create a character that can do anything he puts his mind to, even if it is dying and coming back from the dead to devour his enemies!

Do views really matter?

Do they truly matter? If Michael Jordan took to heart what his High School coach said, as bloggers take their views, he would have giving up, and we would have never seen the best basketball player in the world win six championships! It is important to remember this: People can’t hold you down! Yes Michael Jordan had the right to give up, he was rejected. But he didn’t, and you saw where that got him, right?

Why should I continue though?

Continue for yourself! As I just said, People can’t hold you down. They are just a number at the end of the day. If you like to write, and you think you are good. Continue to stroke that pen on that paper! If you give up that easily, you were in it for the fame not for the love!

Why am I getting rejected?

You get rejected because the person can’t relate to your beautiful work, there are times where you might need to work on something; Grammar, Wordiness, fact-checking, revision. Most of the time, you went to the wrong person with your work. Remember every artist gets rejected! It is a part of life. You have to take it as constructive criticism and work on what they said they didn’t like. Don’t dwell on what they said though, change your direction and look for someone else to delight with your work.

What should I do after rejection?

I recently got a lot of constructive criticism, I mourned at first, threatened to quit, posted a sad tweet on twitter, then talked to my fiancé. She told me this: “It is constructive criticism, if you need a break, take a break but don’t quit.” she was right; I wasn’t in a place to quit. The Writer wanted me to correct crucial things that affected his plot. How could I argue with that? I weakened his work to make mine better!

I fixed it, but I didn’t send him the final draft. I waited for him to contact me, which took about a day and a half. In that time, I coped and convinced myself that rejection is a part of life. I accepted the fact that he might not use my work.

You should do this; correct your work and send it to the back-burner, until the designated person asks for it again. Don’t force your work on anyone, that’s a way to get the second and last rejection. As you need time, they do to! Don’t re-send unless they ask for it!

Final thoughts?

My final thoughts for all the writers out there that have been dealing with this pain, is this; Don’t give up. Rejection is a sad part of anyone’s life. You will get rejected in everything that you do; never believe you’re not good enough. Pick up that pen and write again. If you need to take a break than do that, but don’t you dare give up!

I hope that every single one of you guys take this advice as you lie on your bed ready to give up.

Thank you-

Impromtdude

   On Tuesday, I took a few seconds to share my opinion on my writing career. It was nice to share some heart-to-heart ideas with you guys. I have learned a lot over the past couple years, things that I will use to further my life. But today, I will be sharing my opinion on something more serious. My opinion on this topic is very serious.
    Big Bang Theory is almost over…..I am on the eighth season, the last one on DVD, and we are almost done with it. What happens when this train is over? What will I do with my time? I can’t just move on, I can’t act like I’m not missing something. The big bang theory has been a big part of my last few months, I go to work, I come home, I drink some soda and watch another episode. But now I am almost done with the season. I have thought about watching another show, such as my wife, but Greys Anatomy isn’t doing it. I do have plan on going back and watching the classic “The Flash” series, but it’s only one season, I won’t be distracted long.
    The Walking Dead comics are doing amazing, they are long and very interesting. I am contrasting them to the show, and so far they are similar in a lot of different ways. I will be covering that in a future blog, but for now, I want to continue my rant about The Big Bang Theory by talking about how it might end in the next year, possibly after season 10.
     The director said that he will try to keep it going, but he didn’t promise anything. This means that my life might come to an end soon. I have already watched 1-8 seasons of TBBT, which means that I only have 2 seasons left. I hope that something amazing comes along and catches my attention, if not we will probably see a crazy flesh eating Zombie, named Blake, plaguing the streets of Springfield!
P.s.
Not a store in town sell a Flash Pop doll! Like what crazy town do I live in. The flash is the damn bomb!

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Impromtdude

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It has been very hot here. Even in the past, through the heat, I have been able to write. But this heat is a lot worse than before. This heat has been kicking my butt, and is causing me to stand far from my laptop, and away from the writing world. The sweat is in my eyes, the heat is getting to my head, the words are becoming my worse nightmares. This heat needs to stop, or I might be dying….or at least writing from my bathtub.

Yesterday, while being on my day off, I attempted to write a new post. This was the post that went up yesterday, a post that I thought was going to be amazing. This it was, but it came at a great cost. The weather was, as it is today, a burning hell. This helped my house become a oven, and it happened that I was a loaf of bread, raising and burning in that oven. It was nice when I got home from doing my morning drive, I hoped that the day would be this nice. When I got home, I took a small nap in attempt to clear my head and get ready for a day of writing. This was the plan but that didn’t happen.

I woke up from my nap and I had a big headache. This was just great, how could I write if I had a headache? I asked myself, so in attempt to lose the headache, I jumped in a cool shower. The shower helped my head get off ten. I was feeling pretty good, but it also took a lot of my time away from writing. I knew that I needed to make up for that time, so I decided to pace myself enough to get everything done, this was averaging 2 post per hour for 3 hours. This was going to be a rough task, but it was needed to be done.

    I got out of the shower, and sat down at my desk. My hair was still wet, my eyes were still blurry from the water, but I needed to get start. My damp fingers began to type a beautiful post, but as I got to the end of that post, I saw the words in a whole new set of eyes. My eyesight was close to gone, it was blurry, my head was back at ten and I was breaking out into a sweat. I felt dizzy, so I found myself on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. The thought of the post was on my mind, I knew that I needed to get this post done, so ignoring the dizziness, I got back up on my chair and tried to finish the post. It was going all right, but then I fell out of my chair.

I found myself next to a fan, knowing that was the problem, I was hot. I tried to do too much with an overheated body and it caused me to miss out on a boat load of time to write. That is my fault. I shouldn’t have forced myself to go so hard, especially knowing my body and how it reacts to the heat. I do promise to be more careful, but also this could be a sign that I need to get away from the heat. With Alaska being a dream home, maybe the evidence of not being able to write in heat will persuade my wife to move. This is hopeless thinking, but it is worth the try. So Ariel, if you are reading, please do me a favor and pack our stuff, we are moving when I’m done. To all my fans, I am currently in a bathtub, writing you guys this post. The ice is melting, that is how hot I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, close the f$%^#@% door, geez you guys are so inappropriate! Can’t I write without people peaking into my bathroom……   

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There is no doubt that I will make it

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I am sitting here thinking about my future, wondering where I could go, and wondering if I will ever make it to that place. I have been doing this for about two-years (on this blog) and really I have nothing to show for it. I don’t have anyone coming up to me and telling me nice job, I am not being paid, I really don’t have anything to show for it, at this point, I am just a low-end writer that just happens to post everyday. This will not be a post about how I feel sorry for myself, this post will be about how, even at the end of the wits a true writer will stand from the ashes and raise his pen. Writers that have been down this road know it can be hard. It is a never ending battle, and the beginning is the hardest part.
I have wrote a few blogs on this topic “Never giving up.” But today is different. Today, I am not telling you guys to not give up, also not telling you guys to keep going. Today is about me, I am fighting myself. I am fighting the self doubt inside, but also reviewing my work, and coming to a conclusion to the question “Can I truly make it?” I want to be quick to say yes, but at the same time, I know that not every writer will make it, and with many writers coming up the stream, it seems that I am heading the other current without a paddle. This paddle that I am talking about is college. It is hard to find a writing job, it is even harder to find a writing job without a college degree in Creative writing, journalism, copywriting etc. This is something I don’t have, but 90% of other writers do. This means that I lie in the pool with 10% of writers that might make it. I am of 10% of writers without a degree, how do we make it? Through social media, small jobs and friends.
I am on Facebook, which was my asocial media outlet, and I haven’t been seeing any spikes in performance. Now, this doesn’t mean that my work is bad, that is not the case, the case is that my work 1. Isn’t getting to the dark side of Facebook 2. They don’t care. 3. I don’t have a strong friend list. When I say the dark side of Facebook, I am talking about those friends that are really close with you, but at the same time, they don’t really connect over Facebook. They could be busy with work, on a different social media, or they don’t like Facebook, at all. Though, these might be the reasons, there is also another possibility. They could not care. This is a strong possibility, and also probably the case most of the time. People have different taste, they want what they want and nothing else. They want a post about a flower when you are posting about a flag, and want a post about a flag when you are posting about a flower. It is impossible to reach every listener on Facebook, because trends come and go, this is why you see a momentary increase in stats, because people are into what you are writing, but as quick as you got those views, they change their interest and you are left with nothing. Then there is number 3, which I believe is my case, you don’t have a strong friend list. This is saying that your “Friends” are on your Facebook because you were close at one time, but now you guys aren’t. They still want to be friends, you know to keep up, but they don’t interact with you. If you have a Facebook full of these friends, that is why you aren’t getting the clicks. This is when you need to clear your friends list, I highly recommend this, and start from fresh. You don’t want friends that don’t speak to you taking up all your space. Your post will only reach a few, so why not make sure that few are friends that care?
With this being said, what does that show for me? I would have to say that this is all a problem for me. My blog is great, as said by strangers, so this leaves one big thing; my friends. I have never had strong friends, they all have kind of sucked, at times. But the biggest thing that might have effect on me, is the fact that I was shunned by my friends a couple years back. This blog isnt about them, though. I just know that this could have a big effect on me, since I never deleted them. With them being on my friends list, they see my post but they never look at it, causing me to lose potential views. I have always seen that my “sees” are up, but my blog stats are low. This is because of those friends, they might scroll past it, but since we don’t see eye-to-eye they will not click onto the link. This is why it is important that you clear your friends list. That way you are reaching true fans and family, ones that will care about your dreams.
With this being said, what does it look like? What are the chances of me making it? It is as good as anyone else’s. I have the talent that it takes, so now it is just getting the horse to the water, once they are there, I will let my blog drag them in. I can’t expect this to catch fire instantly, though. It takes time to grow an audience. I will have to have faith to make it, and I will have to practice a lot. This means that I need to follow more artist and less posers, I will also need to follow the rule of Stephen King, which is “To be a great writer, you must read great writing.” It takes all your heart to become someone, and a lot of time. All you can do is hope and pray that you catch a break. I have already been through the praying, now it is time to get better and get ready for my big break. Every writer has the same odds, I just have to do everything to make my odds better!  

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I am ready!
I am watching NFL HQ and thinking about the next season. I am ready for the boys to get back out on the gridiron, but also I’m ready for the all wondering fantasy football. The time of the year where men get together and compare their stats, also fight for the championship. I had very fun time, last year, and I’m ready to get back in the playing field. I didn’t last year, but that is fine, because I’m coming back for my championship that lies the hand of my good friend.

This year, I will be doing a live league, compared to an old online league, with a handful of my wonderful wo-workers. The same co-workers that played last year. I am excited to be able to do this with my friends, and I cant wait to see what they have learned over the last year, and how they will differentiate their team to get the best results. I know that I have learned a lot from the last few years, and that is trust your gut.

If you are playing fantasy, trust your gut! It is important that you don’t overthink your decisions about your line-up. Don’t look at stats and think “I shouldn’t play him, maybe him, or him” that will just leave you confused, when in reality, you were doing just fine with the first guy. Now with your new guy, you will possibly get less points, all because you didn’t want to trust your gut. Now there will be times where you will need to make a educated guess, but go with what your gut says. If you think a Brady against the Bills is better than Fitzpatrick against the Bears, then keep your decision and hope for the best.

I will also be doing an online ESPN league that will be testing different line-ups, so it wont be a serious league. I want to see what some of the sleepers are doing, so that is what it will be for; it will be to test the new rookies or players coming off injuries. Also it will be used to help new players, which I am inviting whoever is new to fantasy to this league. This league should help new players learn the scoring, also what works and what doesn’t. 

As the new fantasy season opens, so does my Facebook page; Gridiron Retreat, a website used to help fantasy players with their league, also to update football lovers on what is happening around the league! I didn’t post as much as I wanted to last year, but this year will be different, since I have a little more time. I am attempting to post everyday, hopefully moving up to posting multiple times a day. I don’t know what kind of effect this will have on Impromtdude, but once it gets closer, I will let you know!
  

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Let me take you back in time, before everything at the church changed. Let me take the clock back to the days that I was happy. The days were before the college days, long before the days of being forced to do something I was content doing freely. These were the days of my high school years. I was happy with where I was as a Christian. I was content with serving the Lord and following the rules of the road. I was excited about the advancement of the kingdom, and was willing to do anything to help. It was easier to follow back then, before college. Let me take you to my Senior Year, the year that I wanted to take all my “holy” knowledge and pass it on to others. This was the year that I would stick my head out and change my friends lives. I had the plan in my head, a plan that was rock solid. All I had to do was move, and the plan was most guaranteed to work by its self. The plan was to start a bible study and invite all my friends to it. But knowing that no one would come to it outside of school threw me through some hoops, which led me to a walk with my friend, Seth, a fellow Christian at VHS (Virginia High School.)
I was in church, one night, when my youth pastor began to talk about evangelism. I still hadn’t made a career decision (at this point), but I was open for anything ( as long as it had something to do with ministry, that is). When my youth pastor began to speak about this topic, I grew overly excited about the possibilities of  God using me. By the end of the long sermon, I was almost set that this was the job for me, that is when the planning began. I was planning to set a new found revival to VHS, one that would leave a permanent dent on the hallways, forever. But I didn’t want to do it alone, I needed one more person to go in with me. That is where Seth comes in; he was a Christian, and he wanted the same thing as me, so who would be better than him? I would train him and give him the group, after I was long gone from that school. He would then be in charge and the revival could continue, since he did still have four-years. So, after the sermon, that night, I called Seth and told him that we needed to talk. He told me that he was busy, but we could meet up, the next day, and take a walk. That night I was unable to sleep, I was too busy thinking of all the details, worrying that if I missed one thing it would all be screwed up. I wrote down every detail of this project; from when the meeting will start, where, and why. Every stone had been turned, it was now time to sell the idea to Seth and begin the project.
During the walk, Seth was intrigued about the idea, but we both had a worry “Where would we have the meeting?” As I said before, I had the where, that wasn’t the problem, the real problem was trying to convince the people to allow us to have it there. I thought that the school would be a perfect place to have it. It would be perfect, people would come for the meeting and then go to class. That way we could invite our friends to it, and they would be more likely to come, since they had to come to school anyway. Seth apposed the problem being the School. The school system is strict about Church and School being separate, solely to avoid any discrimination. This was something that I understood and was willing to face, with or without Seth. Sadly, the meeting was without Seth. I went in, that next Monday, and set a meeting with our super attendant. She liked me so this was a piece of cake, or so I thought. She called me in immediately.
     My heart was pounding as she sat across from me holding her hands together, wanting me to do most of the talking. I told her my idea, which sounded crazy when it came out to her, but she bought it. She was very strict on the rules of the group. She had a idea of her own, one that was going to stick if I wanted the group. She ideally gave me a time, she told me that it had to be before school, in a class room. I wasn’t happy with the fact of getting up before school, since I had a rough time sleeping, but this was my chance to expand the kingdom, so I took it. I told her that I was willing to do whatever, little did I know what that meant.
After the meeting, I got a note from the super attendant. She listed a few things that had to be done to get the group started, along with a list of rules that had to followed. I had to write out a 2-page description of the group, what it would cover, and why it would help anyone. That was the easy part. The hard part to follow were the rules. She had everything down to the last “T” being crossed.

1. You can’t invite anyone to the meeting during school hours.
2. You aren’t allowed to work on any lessons during school hours.

     These were just a couple of the rules. I was stressing on how well this group would do if I couldn’t talk about the group, during school hours. How else was I suppose to invite people? With the worse part behind me, I set out to make this idea a reality. I invited a few people, outside of school, and told them to invite some people, also. I set the first day of the meetings, now it was time to make the sermon. With me being a pastor trainee, the sermon was the least of my worries. I was ready to engage the crowd and get the best results. The only problem was no one showed up, other than Seth and I. I waited until 15 minutes ‘til after realizing no one was coming, I simply asked Seth to pray. We spent the first few meetings praying for one person to show up.
     There was never a huge crowd, but there was a couple people that came. This was after weeks of praying. Finally, after weeks of drilling the Lord, he gave us a group of three. That was the best result of the group. This was the best outcome of the group, but it was also the most touching message. I prepared a sermon solely for this day. I was ready for the crowd, I was ready to touch some hearts. If this was going to be the only chance I would get, I wasn’t going to waste it. That day I remember the laughs, the responses, and the heart filled stories that came from the groups mouth. They understood the message. I had a warm feeling in my body as we closed with a prayer. Though we had a great turnout, the group decreased over the weeks. It was too much from people to get out of bed, especially to come to school, and to learn about something they didn’t have interest in. The group, even with the strength of the Lord, came to an end. School was becoming too much, that I finally stopped the group meetings. With all the test, classes, and holidays I ran out of gas.
I think about how I quit, and at first I was upset, but now I know I did the right thing. I was starting to fail my classes (because I was more worried about the outcomes) which was one of the rules “You will be asked to stop the group, if you fail to maintain a ? gpa.” I am sad that it came to an end, but at the same time, I am still glad that I started it. I stepped out in faith and didn’t worry about what others thought. Finally, I did something for me. I wish the group would have grew, but what’s important is that I grew through it! 

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     Today, I made the decision to bring back one of our old favorites. Creative blogging will be making the return to the blog, after being cut two years ago. I didn’t see any potential in this segment, at first. But now I think it will do good with the new audience we have. I did cut this segment due to lack of views, but I have faith that it can do good. Until that happens, this segment will be on Saturdays, and will be named “Impromptu Saturday’s.”

     This will be the perfect time for me to use those prompts, found in the books, and to share with you guys. I feel that going back to the original roots of this blog is a good thing. So to bring you up to date on what this segment will look like, I will introduce you to an old post of this segment, titled “Blogger with lack of concentr-whats that?” Enjoy!

Hello guys, welcome back. Recently I went to; oh crap I need to do my laundry! What am I going to do about that? Could I just throw them in; oh and I have to blog today, hold up isn’t that what I’m doing?

Oh Yeah, Sorry guys lately i haven’t been able to concentrate, it must be in the weather, oh talking about the weather, I have to get a garden hose. I think I might run to the store to pick up pop tarts.

Maybe I will pick up some trail mix, or maybe I could go to the gym. I have wanted to go to the gym….but I am lazy, I need to exercise, and I’ll need to also finish that blog today.

Oh my, I am so sorry, I really need to tell you about my weekend, and didn’t my boss tell me I needed to finish that one assignment? I wish he could get off my back; I work hard enough to fill everyone’s payroll. I’ll be back; I am going to tune my guitar for my date tonight.

Back! Thank you guys for being patient, my six string guitar had a broken high E string. That took forever to fix, I even poked my finger with the string!!! It f********* hurt. Pardon my language.

I want to tell you about my weekend, see I did the impossible. I went to the Bahamas, as I was getting out of the water, something scary happened. I was walking back up to my car after swimming and I saw this lady, she had a gun, she shot the goose! She shot her good, I asked for the meat. She laughed at my clown. I cried with my unicorn.

Thank you for sticking with me!!

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