Exploring the World

Less than three weeks now. Everything is in order. I ordered my mickey mouse boots a couple days ago. Those should come in soon.

I don’t want to leave. I have a good life here. I have good family. I have good friends. And yet, I think that is exactly the reason I should leave. I need to get completely away from everything in order to kick start a chain reaction (tp ref) in my life. More than a chain reaction, an explosion. I am so comfortable in my current condition that I lack the motivation to reach beyond the status quo.

When I first heard about the Explore program at Prairie, I was instantly attracted to it because of all the cool activities involved. That was the sole reason I wanted to go. However, as time went on I realized how shallow that was. The reason I wanted to go to Prairie changed to getting an opportunity to grow in my relationship with Jesus. To get challenged spiritually, to get out of this rut I am in.

That is the reason now I am excited to go to Canada.

Last night I had my last violin lesson, perhaps forever. It has been a good 6 years. I really enjoy my violin teacher, Gabriel Feurdean. I will greatly miss taking lessons from him.

On another note, for the first time I seriously hurt myself playing frisbee yesterday. Up until now, I have enjoyed an injury free career. However, I strained some muscles in my upper arm/shoulder that will prevent me from playing for a while. The bad thing is, I didn’t even catch the frisbee I was diving for. Almost, but not quite.

It was an interesting game. Basically it was 2 on 4, with me being on the side with 2. Sam and I also had this girl on our team, but she didn’t do hardly anything. I don’t think she understands that one must move quickly to get open. Oh well. On the other team were 3 good guys (including my arch rival, Noah) and my sister, who is also good. I enjoy playing with odds like this. It makes me have to work harder and I gain skills more quickly.

Anyway, we were down about 8-4. Sam threw the frisbee out ahead of me and I was running all out to get it. We would have been able to score had I caught it. I dove stretching as far as I could. Somehow I landed and got hurt. Oh well. Depending on how slow my arm heals, that could have been my last frisbee game before I leave. That is not an exciting prospect.

I remember when I pulled my shoulder muscle a long time ago. This is basically the same, though not as intense pain as then.