Why do we do the things we do? Why do I do the things I do? I have been puzzling over this recently. Why do I stay up doing pretty much nothing until 1:30 in the morning when I still have to do my cleaning for cleaning checks and pack for St. George before 8:45 tomorrow morning? Why do I say the things I say, do the things I do? Why is Facebook so tempting? Why do I say things I don't mean? Why.
As I've thought about this I realized that a lot of the reason why I do things is--unfortunately--for the sake of appearance. It's what's expected, it'll be weird if I don't, they think I should, I think I should, it would be the proper thing to do, no one does that, it's what all the others are doing, etc, etc, etc.
What if I did things because I wanted to do them and didn't worry about what other people thought? Scary. But liberating.
Do I dare?
The other day at the Scera Jordan and I rolled down the hill with a bunch of other kids during Intermission and I didn't care or worry about what the other people there were thinking. I'm convinced it's the start of something new. Bring it on.