The Big Idea

Today I just want to listen to Mason Jennings and watch the rain. But it's not raining. And I have work to do. But I am listening to Mason Jennings, so at least my lazy desire is half-way fulfilled.

I have an idea. It's kind of big. It's nothing new or revolutionary; but for some reason, I believe due to recent events and conversations, it all just clicked in my head...this idea. Here it is:

What if you received an email from God tomorrow that said something like, "On May 16, 2008, you will meet "the one". He is perfect for you." How would your life look different? What would you start doing for the next 2 years? Here's what I'd do:

LIVE. Live more freely than I know how. I'd start traveling more, spend a ton of time with friends, meet new people, pick up new hobbies, spend and treasure time with my family, paint a lot, coach a soccer team, grow as a person, do some good for this world....etc, etc...I would do everything I want to do while still single.

You know what I wouldn't do? Date. Chase. Myspace stalk. Over-analyze. Pursue. Hunt. Trying to find "the one" would instantly become a pointless activity because you know he's coming in May '08. Any start of any relationship, beyond friendship, with the opposite sex would be a waste of time. Why continue to give little pieces of your heart away to those that aren't "the one"? It would start feeling like betrayal.

I feel like so much of our lives as single twenty-somethings is spent searching for a partner. SEARCHING. We search. We crush. We over-analyze every move of the opposite sex. We obsess with our same-sex friends. And you know where it generally gets us? NOWHERE. Most of the time we wind up hurt and feeling less whole. We spend so much time and energy on something that leaves us bruised.

POINTLESS. I'm done.

I have no email with a date from God. But I have trust. Not an over-abundance, but at least some. And I hope my some will increase to overflowing...I hope I can fully trust that God will bring about Mr. Right at the right time, His time. Not mine. None of my pursuits have worked... which increases my faith that His WILL.

What if it never happens? What if I never get "the one"? Well, I believe it will happen. It is truely a desire of my heart to be with someone. And God, our Creator and Father, loves to give us our heart's desires. But, in the case that i don't get "him", SO BE IT! Because over the next two years, as I learn to live freely, I'm sure I will find out that I am complete as is. No one person will complete me. If more people realized they were complete the way they were made, I think we'd have more happy people walking around.

"Life has no limit, if you're not afraid to get in it." -Mason Jennings

Here I go...

David Garza is kinda smelly.

Last night I went to see a very good songwriter/musician named David Garza. He's been around for 20+ years and he's from Irving. He never hit it big, but many a times it's been said that he's the most underrated songwriter out there. He played at Club Dada and I went by myself, which wasn't my intent, but no one wound up being about to accompany me. Which is fine; I don't mind doing things alone. Since I was alone though, I thought a lot. Here's what I thought about: (it may seem random, but stick with it, it comes full circle)

I went on a date with this guy last October. I was ECSTATIC. I really liked him. We met climbing and had been talking for a while before this date occurred. It went very well, I thought, and I was sure he'd call again and we'd start dating. Well sure as the sunrises, this didn't happen. I got, what we call in America, BLOWN OFF. I was hurt by this. I know it was only one date, but I guess I had a lot banking on this guy and had gotten my hopes WAY up, only to be majorly let down.

So I thought about him last night. And I wondered, what did I get from him? Anything besides disappointment? And I realized I DID get something from him...DAVID GARZA. He was the one who introduced me to David Garza. He gave me a burned CD. I embraced it and became quite the fan. Maybe more of a fan than he is, since I didn't see him at the show...

And then I thought back to other flingy-datey-almost-relationshipy things I've had in the past and it seems music is most often what I take away. And in retrospect, that ROCKS. I mean, if we aren't meant to be and I can't have you, having your music is a close second. And eventually becomes a first and you become a second, or even some way higher number.

So this blog is to you, all you flingy-datey-almost-relationshipy guys from my past...thank you for the increasing my music library. Because of you, I had to upgrade from my 8 gig MP3 player to a 30 gig. And to all you future flingy-datey-almost-relationshipy guys, I'd like to thank you in advance for the music I assume you'll introduce me too. Thank you.



Oh, and about David Garza smelling...he does. He likes to come down off stage and into the crowd to talk with people and dance. Well he came by me and WHOA!...the stink. Not stinky like, I've been playing guitar for a few hours and I'm sweaty, but stink like, I haven't showered in 8 days nor do I wear deoderant. I haven't smelled B.O. like that since that hippie hugged me after I fell of my skateboard in Colorado back in 2001.