church

What is your church?

It’s weird when I have Time.
Real Time.
Honest-to-goodness space.
It’s like the day takes longer to work out.
“Work out,” God. It’s like I’m solving a math quiz.
I can’t switch off the active brain, the workhorse brain.
How about this: the day takes longer to evolve and take shape.
Suddenly space gives me Freedom.
Like, wha?
Freedom to choose (imagine that),
To choose what I want to do with myself, this moment, my purpose.
Yeah, those kinda thoughts.

Suddenly, sitting down with my dog is Acceptable.
Letting myself daze and doze off, is Inviting.
Kicking up my feet and chilling is the Norm.

What do you worship?
What do you spend most of your time/energy/resources on?
What God do you bow to?
Is it the God of work, television, working out, hanging out with friends, doing nothing?
Is it the God of negative thoughts, self-deprecating humor, desperation, competition?
What’s your church?

On days like this, it makes me think real thoughts. Important evolutionary ones.
I could get used to this…