The Social Porcupine

I mentioned to you all in a  recent post  I'd write this one. I thought it would be a good follow up on  time and spending money .  "Now, don't work too hard." "Remember, fun is important, too!" "I saw this great movie the other day about a workaholic. He never noticed his family or did anything but work. So sad."  "Rest is good. After all God rested on His Sabbath." Now all of these statements are true. But the way I've been hearing them as of late, it's almost as if work ethics are being devalued. And the movies especially, love to have a "theme" where people who work hard are evil. Because, obviously, working hard means you are not paying attention to the "truly important parts of life." I'll admit, I'm a workaholic. And I'm proud of it. I'd like to explain why I think it's good to love to work hard.  1. Too busy for fun and why that's not bad: "How'...

I just realized something awful the other day . . . I haven't updated you all on my life in a long while!!! For that I am sorry!  I have been living . . . I just had forgot to tell you all ;p  Anyways . . . Life.  Ummm . . . I mean to update you. But where to start??? I have been busy. But with what? (Ever feel like that ;p)  I have been busy trying to work too much. I actually had to let go a couple of jobs these last couple months. I just couldn't keep up with it all. I also had to sell most of my goats ;/ I have one goat right now. A white doe named Luna. But I really don't take care of her. My little brother, Josiah, does. Awhile back I asked, very serious like, him, "Josiah, is my goat still alive?" When I first bought Luna she was so wild it took us several hours to catch her... that to my best milk goat! I must say I'm proud of what she has become :D For some reason my mom thought that was hilarious. But I was trul...

My mind is so full right now. My life is so busy. I feel overwhelmed by nothing in particular and everything at once. Yet I can't stop from doing . From not sleeping. Exhaustion is my addiction. To rest is not an option. Or so it seems. And I keep looking for more… more ? More of what? Why do I crave chaos ? Why do I laugh in my stress? Why can't I cry, even though my eyes are heavy? Life and all it's mysteries . Right now they make too much sense, yet are even more distant than ever before. I keep feeling like I am not doing enough. I need to make every breath count . But is just breathing enough? Must I constantly gasp for air? Is it okay to just live every now and then? My life is crazy. Yet I love it. My mind yearns to stretch out more. Every muscle in me, physical and mental, demand to hurt every second. And then I see color . Life stops - no pauses - for a second. ...