Jules' Inklings

A space for the unique assortment of topics that I find interesting, relevant or funny. But rarely all three at once.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

When I Grow Up
Last week in a church roundtable discussion, we had to list out what a dream job would be. Not necessarily what we are gifted to do, or even what is possible. More like - what is the most fun, exciting job you can think of having? All actual skills and probabilities aside. This is what I came up with. No laughing.

1) Professional surfer. I really just want the tan, the body, and the clothes. And me flitting about in some exotic locale on a regular basis.
2) Personal assistant to Jennifer Garner. Hanging out on the set of Alias, getting cappuccinos for the nicest girl Hollywood, and rubbing shoulders with her new beau Ben and his best buddy Matt.
3) Band manager. Probably more headache than I really want. But I've always wanted to be on the road with a really cool band, doing what I do best--bossing people around.
4) Host of The Amazing Race. All the perks of world travel and fancy resorts. All the excitement of the race. None of the stress of actual competition.

Monday, May 23, 2005

And Now These Three Remain
The beauty of grace is that it makes life unfair.

Friday, May 13, 2005

I So Hate Consequences
Basically being human means facing consequences for your actions. I was about to say that it was one of the "joys" of being an adult. But I realized that I've watched my friends introduce their children to the reality of consequences about as early as they can possibly understand—often before the kid can even talk. A lifetime of consequences—it's a lot to swallow. So what's the difference now that we're adults? Being an adult means you don't get to cry about it. More than that, we accept the consequences of our actions with grace. Now THAT'S tough.

And I so hate consequences
And running from you is what my best defense is
Consequences
Oh God, don’t make me face up to this
Cause I know that I let you down
And I don’t want to deal with that

And after all of my alibis desert me
I just want to get by
I don’t want nothing to hurt me
I had no idea where my head was at
But if my heart says I’m sorry can we leave it at that
Because I just want for all of this to end


- Relient K