I’ve erased two perfectly good posts already and am determined to publish what I type this time. This is getting ridiculous.
My conclusion after a weekend spent blessedly far away from the city, saturated with reasonably good music, floating on a man-made lake eighty feet above roads, bridges, houses and even cemeteries, surrounded by cousins whom I’d never met (but came quickly to love) and all of their dogs, is that I have many temporary conclusions.
Temporary conclusions work. We’re young and won’t want them any more inflexible than they already are. I have concluded, temporarily and among many other things, that it is time to allow a degree of inconclusivity into our life – “make room for the Holy Ghost,” I’m told. As in, leave room for His influence in your life. When you try to operate with lots and lots of facts (as many of us, products of the Information Age, are apt to do), you become paralyzed, distracted or overwhelmed. Try something new, something that helps you get to the heart of what you’re trying to do with your life. Start a list of the things that you want to pull inside it, and move through your days with words like “God, pencils, Reykjavik, love, blue” to inform your plans and goals and interactions. And then, just let things related to these things happen to your life. You can shift and make adjustments, but you’re not crippling yourself by trying to string your days out along this narrow time line. You’re whole. With a few important things in mind to keep you on track.
As for me, well, Reykjavik probably won’t happen anytime soon, so here’s a list of significant and reasonable words with which to end the summer: God, oatmeal, persistence, Grand Marais, bright. GOPGB. Um … memory device to follow.