I blame boredom. I’ve never done well without a million things on my plate. I thrive in chaos. I always have. It’s why my family calls me in an emergency. It’s also why I used to write papers at 4am when they were due at 8am. I’d always get an A on those papers. Like I said, I thrive in chaos.
I’ve never been someone who does well with a quiet mind. Mostly because I don’t know how to quiet my mind. I was a hyperactive kid and in a lot of ways I’m still a hyperactive adult. I just never learned how to shut off. Even when I was on my honeymoon 7ish years ago I couldn’t get my mind to shut off. I’d be lying on a beach in Jamaica with a drink in my hand, listening to the ocean, and wondering if an update hit TSTO.
Yes, I am that crazy.
So at this point, I blame boredom. I mean we are on day 360 of 15 days to slow the spread. Perhaps I’ve simply run out of things to keep my mind otherwise occupied. So I think it was boredom that caused me to take a trip down memory lane. Maybe boredom, maybe some personal issues I’ve been dealing with for the last couple of years, maybe a push from the big guy upstairs, maybe an all of the above situation. All I know is I saw a religious talk from someone I follow on Instagram and it sent me spiraling down a path of memories.
I know this isn’t a site about religion. We write about The Simpsons. I know that. But as any of you who have been following this site for a while know…my faith and relationship with God are extremely important to me. So when I saw that talk, coupled with the madness that is my mind I went for a stroll through history.
There’s a point to all this, I promise, so stick with me.