Sunday, December 31, 2006

It’s New Year’s Eve And?

Well, well, well, here we are. Almost officially a year of blogging. I swear I'm not making this up, but this post right here is officially the 100th post. WHOO HOO! THROW A PARTY! HEY, IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE! THE WORLD IS THROWING A PARTY FOR ME AND MY BLOGGIE! YEE-HAWWWWWW!

I suppose I should do some wrap up ruminating What Has Amy Learned kind of entry. Except I already did that, here, six months ago. So it would seem a bit like overkill, especially since there haven’t been that many new lessons learned in the past six months.

If you had told me on New Year’s Eve in 2003 that 2004 would find me pitching Muppet ideas to the Jim Henson Company, I would’ve laughed with glee and delight.

If you had told me on New Year’s Eve in 2004 that 2005 would find me garnering the best accolades of my writing career for a play I wrote and produced, I would’ve laughed with glee and delight.

And if you had told me on New Year’s Even in 2005 that 2006 would find me gutting out houses in Katrina Country I would’ve…blinked a couple of times, thought about it, and then said, “Well, okay.”

I never say “I don’t believe it,” about anything anymore. Life is far too strange and wonderfully weird for stuff like that. And I’m always up for being thrown for a loop, even if it’s bad, like losing your job, because at least it makes life interesting. I’ve heard more than once in church that God has big big plans for you, bigger than you could ever imagine. So I’m happy to let Him do His thing, though most days, I wish He’d hurry up about it.

Awhile back (like, maybe a year and a half ago) I learned to stop worrying about the small stuff. Stuff like losing your keys, your earrings, worrying whether you’re gonna have enough time to do laundry, get through three Veronica Mars episodes, journal writing AND five pages on the script in one day. And when you stop worrying about that stuff, you find the keys on the kitchen table, the earrings were under your seat in the car, and yes, you have enough time to do all of that, provided you drink 2 vanilla Frappucinos from Starbucks. So I know not to worry about that small stuff.

So it should be no problem at all to apply that same reasoning to Stop Worrying About The Big Stuff. And when it comes to things like Where’s My Next Job Coming From, I can handle it, no problem. Everything else, like When Am I Gonna Sell Something Script Related, is still up for grabs. It’s because I’ve been doing this for so long, you see. That age old argument of “If It Hasn’t Happened Yet, Does That Mean God’s Trying To Tell Me To Move On?” When does No mean No, as opposed to Not Yet?

These are not new questions. And I know, I know, it’s all about faith, and nobody got anywhere by giving up and blah blah blah.

Perhaps my goal for 2007 is to take purposeful steps towards not worrying. Though I don’t know what that looks like. Maybe just concentrate on the writing, as opposed to the results. But time’s ticking! Time’s running out, unless you lift your head up from your computer and look around and see what’s happening around you! Meet people! Make connections! Network! Be methodical in drawing up a business plan! You can’t afford to waste anymore time! And around and around we goooooooooo.

God is the master of all time. I read that in one of Lloyd Ogilvie’s devotionals this year. Once at my small group this fall, someone threw out the whole “Remember how long it took for Abraham and Sara to have a child? Remember how long Moses and his people wandered around the desert?” To which I replied, “Yeah, but weren’t those the days when everyone lived to be like, 500 years old, so 40 years in the desert is pretty much a drop in the bucket.”

But God is the master of time, and these things happen in His time, according to His will. Bah humbug, but I’ll try. I’ll try.

Hey check it out. This is what Alabama calls a bon bon. It’s a square of chocolate cake, topped by a squirt of white frosting, and covered in chocolate icing. The French would be horrified at such crudeness. But DAMN, it was goooooooood.

Happy New Year. Thanks for reading. See ya in 2007.

1 comment:

Allison said...

Congratulations for 1 year and 100 posts!

Here's hoping you live 500 years like Abraham. Although when you think about it, that's a lot more time for worrying...

Seriously, I pray that this year brings lots of blessings and bon bons.