Black Soul

As often when someone of fame passes away, the news will do a look back at their life to close out the newscast. Recently, the author John Updike passed away, and as custom, they did a short piece about him. Even though it has been just a few days, I can't remember much about him, other than the fact he wrote some novels with the word 'rabbit' in the title. One thing about the piece that did stick out in my mind is that he said there would be days that he would rather do anything but tackle the blank page in front of him because whatever would go down on the page would be him. This really stuck out to me because I have been feeling this same hesitation the last couple of days with my blog entries. I've been spending enough time with myself as it is due to the snow days we have had (I received 7" at my house alone). It has made me somewhat stir crazy, but it has allowed me to take a look at myself to see if I like what I am. I think I do like what I am, but I find myself somewhat thinking that I'm missing something too. What is it that I am longing for that I currently don't have? I have my health, my job (which is a very blessed thing considering the economy), my family, etc. I know that I would like to find a steady girl, but I think this goes beyond that. What I would like to try to do is find a group of friends around here which I can plug into. One of the challenges I have found in doing that in Belleville itself doesn't seem to have a lot in common w/ me. Also, it acts like a small town in the sense that it is somewhat difficult to break into any clicks. Don't quote me when I say this, but a big part of me wishes I lived in St. Louis just to have the feeling of being closer to the one group I kind of feel close to: my church.

Other things that have happened. I stayed late after church to scrape off snow from people's windshields. I just wanted to do something that would help. Someone called me "awesome Dan", which was nice. I have had the chance to hang out with some interesting people. I sang for one of them and I told them my natural style was black soul. I noticed how they had a hard time looking me in the eye for the rest of the night.

I saw a truck hitch cover of a reindeer, and every time the person hit the breaks, the reindeer danced. I was appalled.

I'm hoping we have school tomorrow. I'm also hoping I am able to continue to ask for patience on somethings that are really on my mind right now. Patience is a hard thing for me. I can't even fix a pot of spaghetti w/o wanting to taste it well before I know it is done.