Who's ever blown a super ginormous bubble (not the gum kind) that you make everyone stop and look at because it is the size of your head? *show of hands* When making such a bubble you blow reeeeeally slowly and if it almost blows out too soon you STOP. (because who wants a bunch of baby bubbles?) You want the queen -no- KING of bubbles. Yes? You can relate to this moment?
Good. I'm coming back to it.
I have three pretty dominant parts of myself in a very non-twofaced way:
1. I have my artsy fartsy creative part. (If its meant to look pretty I'll probably try my hand at it at least once.)
2. Mushy Mom part. (It's the huggy, cheesy joke, baby whisperer part.)
3. My stubborn, headstrong side. (Generally more of a curse than a blessing.)
And in those three slices of me I could split into just about 1million interests.
1,000,000. That's a LOT.
There have been a few moments in the past year or so where I've thought, "YES! I KNOW what I'm gonna do with my life this is IT. It's what God made me for."
And I'm still feeling those. The problem is I'm also feeling all those other 999,998 interests. And on TOP of THOSE, I know that God has some idea that will blow all of my million out of the water. Right out. Like there's a shark in that water and my ideas are people. Boom. Out of the water.
So. Back to the bubbles.
My million interests are those little tiny sudsy bubbles. The kind that if you just blow really fast they fly around in the hundereds. I could just lose patience, say, "Yes I like that." And go settle with a tiny bit of everything cause it's cute and quick.
And its scary and slow and exciting. Chances are, you're in this bubble stage too. Hang in there. It'll be really good.