Musings

There comes a time in a girl's life where she has to admit she just can't share every single thought inside her head with the blogosphere. Especially when she's silly enough to have her blog fed directly to Facebook, where her 600 closest friends can be informed of her ridiculous thoughts.
There are so many things I'd like to talk about right now- WikiLeaks, morons who can't see past their own opinions and biases, heartbreak, adoption (no, I'm not adopting), Christmas, lessons in patience, stress, good things, great things, answers to prayers, and the wonderful feeling of blessed assurance that everything will be okay. But unfortunately, I just can't talk about most of that publicly right now.
So for now I will just say this. I may get high strung at times, and worked up over important things. But I am grateful for the confidence and faith to accept things as they come and to believe in divine destinations.
Today as I listened to different conversations, and to someone complaining that "$140K just isn't enough to live off of," and to political discussions that convinced me more and more of selfishness and greed, I realized just how very badly I want to serve in the Peace Corps. I realized how much I don't care about the petty politics of this, or any country. What I care about is helping others receive the essential basics. I hate to live in a place where people care so much about having things the way they want it that gay marriage is even an issue. How can we be wasting so much time and energy on something so frivolous when so many others don't have access to clean drinking water, and there are children dying in orphanages? I find myself more and more turned off by the American fixation on "social" issues, when there are essential, basic, human needs not being met in so many places, both domestic and abroad.
Peace Corps take me away!