Early Day

It’s the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break and the university is practically empty. Though my two classes this morning were not canceld I only had one primary thing due in each class. I’m starting to allow myself a shread of hope in piano class. The latest song I’ve been asigned has somehow come easier to play than previous pieces. Learning how to play both hands at the same time feels like running through mud on stepping stones.

I usually work noon to five but the dean said I could go at three! Wow, free time…what will I do with myself? Well, it’s not like I do a lot in this office anyway. I’m so spoiled. I have the easiest cush job ever. All I do is answer the phone, transfer calls, and do the odd job here and there when asked by staff or faculty.

I’m recapturing the sense that God has plans for me. It’s a very hopeful feeling. I have concerns over the idea of another great move in my life. (There are no actual plans to move.) I feel like I’m too comfortable here in the city where I live. I’m too dependent on my life here, my jobs. Wouldn’t God provide for me in another city just as He’s provided for me here? I don’t fancy living with my parents as I am now, but I don’t like the idea of living very far away. I don’t know why I’m thinking about this. Perhaps I just wonder how far my independence can be pushed.