So, yeah, it's been almost seven months since the last time I posted anything on this... So this is attempt number 5,000 to actually put something up. A lot has happened since May. I left my job in Dallas to pursue my graduate studies in North Carolina at Appalachian State University. I went from Dallas, TX (population ~2.4 million) to Boone, NC (population ~13,000), and we don't even actually live in Boone, we live in Sugar Grove (population ~1,500). So that was a small transition.
In the past seven months, I've had a great deal of brain farts, too many to try and catch up on here now. One that stands out is my inability to accept the fact that I can actually do well in school. My first semester of graduate school, I came out with a 4.0. I have not received a 4.0 since I think 5th grade! Still, despite my grades, I didn't feel like I actually produced work that was worth of a 4.0. Most of my projects/papers were done last minute, and by some act of a greater being were finished in time. So after a semester, with the help of my wife, supervisor, and professors am working to acknowledge the fact that I in fact can do something well from time to time.
I've also r
ealized what it means to live in the middle of nowhere, and the beauty of that. Leigh and I live in a cabin about twenty minutes from Boone. The closest grocery store is twenty five minutes away, gas station that takes credit cards, twenty five too. Fast food, yep, twenty five minutes away. That whole idea of grabbing food on the way home is out the window... mainly because by the time you got the food home, it would be cold. There are days out there that I feel like I am reliving World War II with all the guns going off (this is Deliverance country) from my neighbors hunting, target practice, or just bored. I've joined in from time to time in the orchestra that is gun shots with my ensemble of shotguns and rifles (something I didn't own until moving to North Carolina and everybody that owned a gun that didn't want it gave it to us).
The beauty lies in the fact that I can go outside during a full moon with no flashlight because the moon is that bright. That the closest street light is miles away, and so I can see every star that God created in the heavens. I can sit in my house and forget about the stresses from the world twenty minutes away in my school work and assistantship. It is an isolation and freedom that I have never experienced, except for maybe a few scout camp outs and hikes in my youth.
So this was my first attempt at resurrecting my blogging career. We'll see how long it takes me to come back again...
In the past seven months, I've had a great deal of brain farts, too many to try and catch up on here now. One that stands out is my inability to accept the fact that I can actually do well in school. My first semester of graduate school, I came out with a 4.0. I have not received a 4.0 since I think 5th grade! Still, despite my grades, I didn't feel like I actually produced work that was worth of a 4.0. Most of my projects/papers were done last minute, and by some act of a greater being were finished in time. So after a semester, with the help of my wife, supervisor, and professors am working to acknowledge the fact that I in fact can do something well from time to time.
I've also r
ealized what it means to live in the middle of nowhere, and the beauty of that. Leigh and I live in a cabin about twenty minutes from Boone. The closest grocery store is twenty five minutes away, gas station that takes credit cards, twenty five too. Fast food, yep, twenty five minutes away. That whole idea of grabbing food on the way home is out the window... mainly because by the time you got the food home, it would be cold. There are days out there that I feel like I am reliving World War II with all the guns going off (this is Deliverance country) from my neighbors hunting, target practice, or just bored. I've joined in from time to time in the orchestra that is gun shots with my ensemble of shotguns and rifles (something I didn't own until moving to North Carolina and everybody that owned a gun that didn't want it gave it to us).The beauty lies in the fact that I can go outside during a full moon with no flashlight because the moon is that bright. That the closest street light is miles away, and so I can see every star that God created in the heavens. I can sit in my house and forget about the stresses from the world twenty minutes away in my school work and assistantship. It is an isolation and freedom that I have never experienced, except for maybe a few scout camp outs and hikes in my youth.
So this was my first attempt at resurrecting my blogging career. We'll see how long it takes me to come back again...
