She's Got Character!

Bethany and I went to the Hyundai dealership after our Krav Maga class today.  I guess it was a mini-celebration of my car rolling over on 200k miles on the odometer.  It was a pretty cool visit.  There were a lot of thoughts going through my head while we were there:  This sales guy is really cool.  Not pushy at all but still aggressive.  I like that.  Man, it feels so good to sit in this brand new car.  We could totally afford payments.  But we wanna be debt free and if we focus we could have it in less than five years.  Like house and everything.  Paid for.  Wow.  Five years?  Heck yeah, five years!  Maybe even less!  Ooooh but this is so comfortable.  Aw, my little car hit 200k miles.  *Sniff*  We've had our battles, but Homie G, that little car has been SO dependable overall.  *Sigh*  Wow, I'm in a new Elantra.  Like exactly like my car.  Just brand new.  Ooo.  You know I only thought of the Elantra before I arrived, but now that I'm heeeeerrrrre...look at that Accent; and that Santa Fe; and ho buddy, that Genesis.

Yeah.  I had a LOT of thoughts while I was there.  I think the prevailing one as I was driving home in the gorgeously 80 degree sunny day was this: "Don will see me again, but only when it's with cash in my hand."  What's funny is that the very next thought that loomed was, "I hope he's there in 10 years, because that's when I'll probably have the capital."  But then I realized that thought had the word "limitation" written all over it.  And I wanna be done with limits.  Done.

My counselor at LeTourneau and I were talking about my graduation day and what I want to pursue and what my dream is and what I want to do with my life.  She said something about my prayer life that really challenged me.  She said to ask and then expect it to be done.  Don't ask without expectation; which is exactly what I've been doing for a long time.

That was a conversation that took place over a month ago and yet that one thing she said is what burned in me as I realized I had just told Dad that I believed He is a "10-year-capital" Dad.  And once again I had to say, "Sorry, Dad."

Do you struggle with limits like I do?

Hola!

Hey everyone!  Welcome to my blog!  It's been a long time coming.  It's been years in the making.  It's been...well, any and every other cliche' that could come to mind at this hour.  So I've been meaning to get one started for quite some time.  Like the rest of us I have a lot o' stuff that just kinda rolls around in my head all day long; and there's this inexplicable urge to get it out for the whole world to know about it.  I have a journal that I pick up and put down about twice a year on average.  I have all the social networking my little heart can stand.  But there was still that little "blog-void" in my life that just wouldn't leave me alone until I gave in and got one started.

I tend to get a little bit too philosophical; sometimes even to where I read my own words and think, "Okay, what was the point I was wanting to make again?"  So I thought the title pretty fitting.  Because at the end of the day (or beginning of the day in this case) I wanna be able to remember what my audience is already thinking: Jason. It's only a blog.

So here it is.  See you on the flip-flop!