So, once upon a time there was a boy and a girl who didn't have lots of money. They didn't want to pay for cable because it was an added expense, and after scanning for channels with the antenna, they were able to pick up the main channels they watched anyway.
One day, the boy decided he wanted to try scanning again so they could try to find one more channel. "What happened," you ask. "Was he successful?"
No. The boy's inability to be content led to the couple only having two channels instead of the ten they had before.
It's a good thing he's pretty.
The moral of this story is be content with what you have.
The happy part to this story, and the reason the boy is not in the dog house, is that the girl is now a huge fan of hulu and can catch up with all of her shows online instead. And, oh the catching up she has done this week.
Yes, now I have New Girl, The Mindy Project, Master Chef, Revenge, Big Brother (I only got sucked into this one season- I swear!), Scandal, and most importantly, Grey's Anatomy at my fingertips.
So, what's a girl to do on a rainy Saturday morning? Why yes, I think that watching the first Grey's of the season was a great idea! And to my surprise, two episodes were waiting for me already! Maybe it was a two hour premiere or something.
As always, tears flowed. NOTHING like last year's premiere though. (Yes, I am a proud addict of this one.)
Anyway, the chief said something that stayed with me. Basically, he said that you don't get any say in how you die, but you can decide how you want to live.
Various forms of this thought have been on my mind a lot lately, but on Saturday morning, his words struck a chord. Then, wouldn't you know it- I was tested with that challenge. And I failed, miserably.
I won't tell you the details, just suffice it to say that I was a rotten person to be around Saturday.
Luckily, I'm blessed with a forgiving husband who unlike myself, is able to sleep off anger and annoyance. (And that's all I'll tell you about that because I've been scolded for talking about him so much in my letters.)
I feel as though I've been constantly challenged to be a better me recently. Everywhere I look or listen, I'm am bombarded with thoughts of being more aware of the kind of person I am. Even when I was looking through a book by Mary Kate and Ashley yesterday, called Influence, I felt convicted over each of their notes in it.
They were each praising each other: one had the ability to stay true to herself no matter what most people were doing, and the other was a self-motivated and dedicated worker. Both attributes, I'd like to claim for myself.
The book wasn't really about them even. It was a collection of interviews they had with other designers and artists that had influenced them. But somehow, I came across those two little letters from the sisters.
It seems like God is screaming at me though any channel He can. Which makes me wonder how bad of a listener I am being, if it's still popping up so much in so many different places.
Anyway, I was glad that our weekend ended with some sunshine. Was yesterday not one of the most beautiful days? Jered and I went on a walk by the river and played catch with a ball we found. He shakes his head at my athleticism and hopes that someday our children will inherit his instead of mine. So do I.
Well, until next time, my friend,
Aim
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