I'm NOT perfect.

I'm not perfect. I have my flaws. I've made mistakes in my life and I'm not proud of everything I've done. I try harder than most people think. I went from failing school and being an emotional wreck, to being caught up/getting A's/ and being able to manage my life on a day-to-day basis. I bust my butt daily to make sure that I'm doing the best I can. I may not be happy with everything in my life, but I sure as hell am proud of how far I've come and the person I've grown to be.

Open your eyes and reach for the clouds!

Open your eyes and reach for the clouds

         

           Inspiration comes in many forms. It is hidden in the cracks and crevices of this world, and it can appear in basically anything. Thus the reason why it is so hard to find. I have always been blind to most inspirational things. Only when my mind has been set on fire for adventures and idea-turning plots have I noticed out of the ordinary ideas and objects. And even when I do notice those few, I can tell that I am only seeing a fraction of the imagination and inspiration that has been offered to me.

Inspiration is a funny thing. It is disguised. If you have ever read Harry Potter, you will know what a boggart is. It is a shape-shifting creature that will shift into whatever the viewer’s preferences are, in Harry Potter's case, the viewer’s worst fear. That is how imagination is. It disguises itself,  hardly noticeable things. Every person finds inspiration is different things. However, if you look hard enough...you will discover another exciting world of creativity.

A crackling, laughing fire can mimic the voice of a character in your novel. The twiggy branches on the frost-laden trees can twist into a map of dungeons or a road to an enchanted forest.  The hovering, silky clouds can shape an idea or a word that you can’t seem to express...no matter how hard you try. 

A picture.

A sentence.

A wave splashing across a rocky shore.

Sometimes you just have to peel that brain-fogging shield from your eyes and look at the world with raw, sensitive sight. It might be painful, it might be blinding, or it might be completely delightful.

Isn’t that what risk is for? Search for inspiration. Don’t wait for it to lazily find it’s way to your mind...sometimes you need to push and prod it into action. And when you do, it will form into something wonderful...and awe-inspiring.

Ahoy Mate and a bottle of rice...

I dropped my phone in the toilet.

I have always been clumsy, always... and I was surprised that this hadn’t happened earlier. As soon as I heard the ‘plop!’ and saw my poor little phone sitting ¾ submerged, I snatched it out and stuffed it into a towel. One word thumped through my every move.

RICE!

The word RICE had been engrained in my brain since I was little.

After a hard practice or an injury via figure skating, I would do Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation: RICE.

Rice was also one of my favorite foods. Yum. (Do not attempt with chopsticks.)

My brother, a man who knows absolutely everything about electronics, always stressed that if I get my phone wet, put it in rice.

Rice.

We had none.

After scrambling desperately through my pantry and realizing I would be late for Church, I frantically opened google and searched “Dropped my phone in the toilet! Help!” where I read the following words:

“Place phone in bowl of uncooked rice¾” too late for that...” or use silica gel packets.”

Yeah. Cause I happen to have a pile of silica gel packets in my room. I mean really?

In the end I found rice at a gas station, kept it in it's ricey grave for two days, and the result:

My phone works!

 The only problem: the backlight is completely broken and my top right button clicker thingy doesn’t work. My screen is completely black (unless I get the PERFECT angle in a reflection or a super bright light), and so lately I have been attempting to keep in contact with my friends via Siri. She is failing me.

And so what is the use of this post? Continue...

Yesterday I was pondering why it wasn’t working and how I could fix it, and then I realized that God actually might be trying to teach me something through this. This is what I got:

My phone reminds me of some Christians. My phone can read texts aloud and it can send texts from me talking, but I have no idea what is actually going on. Some Christians talk the talk, they say what you want them to say...what you expect them to say, but they don’t show anything. They are completely blank when it comes to actually showing: a black screen. They aren’t living up to their full potential. They may think they are working to the max, but in reality, they are barely working at all. You always think that ‘light’ is such a small thing. But take it away and you realize how important it really is.

Some Christians aren’t being a light. Just like my phone, the backlight is broken and they aren’t letting the light shine through. Place my phone next to a real, perfectly fine phone, and you won’t think anything is wrong. It will blend right in. But turn them both on so you can see something REAL...my phone falls short and you see which one is the fake.

Eh? Maybe I am overanalyzing, but I thought it was pretty cool.

Anyways, I am in Maryland! My family and I are sailing our boat down to Annapolis. I plan on writing tons and getting lots of ‘laziness’ accomplished. And, of course, catching a mermaid. 

My dad and I showing of our 'Argh!'iest faces.