Can’t sleep.
I think too much. I don’t mean overthinking things, I just think about a lot of things in great detail. Especially at night when I should be (was deterimined to be) asleep. But, this works out well since I’ve been neglecting my blog again. Don’t expect a theme or any consistency.
After realizing all the money I was carrying in my wallet was foreign, I decided to go to the ATM across the street a few weeks ago. For the first time in nearly two years I was charged a service fee. A three dollar service fee. Granted, it wasn’t my bank’s ATM, and my bank reimburses me for these fees, but I just found it a bit odd considering I’ve withdrawn money in Afghanistan, Belgium, France, Germany and New Zealand and never paid a service charge. It’s good to be back…
Thankfully, there aren’t very many places I need cash these days, except for the new farmer’s market that is opening up this weekend, right next to my apartment complex! If this works out, I’ll be delaying the purchase of a car by another few months because I won’t really need one. I don’t think I could have picked a better location–it takes me two minutes to walk to work, I can run along the Brazos any time I please and now the Waco Downtown Farmer’s Market will be here every Saturday all year round.
Not having a car is a bit of an inconvenience though, but putting off a purchase lets me continue to be picky. I don’t just want a “car”; there are plenty of Honda somethings and Toyota whatevers in my price range but I’m determined to buy something with a bit more character. I really do enjoy driving and I’d hate to turn it into a chore.
Not having a car makes visiting churches a bit of a challenge too, but it’s not my biggest challenge. I hate trying to find a new church. If you haven’t picked up on it, I’m picky and I think about everything which makes the process that much harder. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for perfection, if anything I’m looking for potential. I’m a bit worn out with mission statements and “purpose”–we have one purpose, to glorify God; when we’re finished with that, we can move on to those “other things”. I could go on, but then I’d have to organize my thoughts and that would mean the opposite of sleep.
Have you ever been to two churches (or five) and thought “if these two groups of people got together, it would be awesome!” It would be awesome, and one day it will be awesome, today is not that day. One day.