I'm Writing a Book

I'm about half a recommendation away from my head being severed. I just finished Blue Like Jazz for the third time and I haven't been able to shut up about it. There's one particular individual that, by now, I'm sure would give anything to sew my mouth shut.

I'm not the churchy type. Actually, I've never liked church. But that's a different subject for a different day. I don't like reading books that tell me how I should think and how I should give to the poor and give all my time helping people because "that's what Jesus would do." As true as that might be, it gets old reading it over and over. Maybe there's a reason for that. Maybe I need to have that idea shoved in my head. But for now, I've had my fill.

This time reading through, I realized Blue Like Jazz is why I think the way I do about a lot of things. That's what makes it difficult. I can't even explain it because I don't understand myself. In a lot of instances, Miller talks about how he believes the greatest form of worship is to be in awe. I couldn't agree more.

Daylight Saving has ruined my life. I don't appreciate having 8:00 AM biology, but walking to breakfast and taking in the sunrise was such a beautiful start to my day. It almost reaffirmed my faith each time I saw it. I'm a doubter. I don't think I blatantly doubt that God is who He says He is. I think I do it as more as a subconscious thing. All I know is I need those shades of orange and purple and that crisp air that stings my stupid asthmatic lungs.

I told my friend I would write a book. I've had that idea for a while. I could write 10,000 books about things that annoy me, but it probably wouldn't be too good for my blood pressure. Then I thought I could write a collection of things that are beautiful, but that just sounds way too cheesy and weird. But since I'm so needy to be repetitive in my conversation, I'll just do this. For a day or a week or however long it lasts.