Slug.
Slug is such a great word. Sometimes I feel like a slug. Sluggish. I hate feeling like that. Sam is watching a video right now in his little chair and loving it. On the other hand, I was out late last night so I'm really tired and I have a huge headache right now. I kind of wish I could curl up and sleep. Sluggish. I've done a lot of work today even with Sam, though. I think it's more of a direction or identity thing.
I saw a guy I went to school with at Walmart yesterday. Josh Willard. He was kind of a weird guy but he had a huge heart and was genuinely kind. So when I asked him what he was up to these days and he said, "Living with my friends and getting ready for Thanksgiving" while standing next to an older down syndrome gentleman, it just made sense. It was like, "Of COURSE you are. That's you." He's secure in who he is, he loves people not many love, and is giving his life to it. I'm almost crying now because that is so cool to me.
Why don't I live that way? Sure, I only saw him for 5 minutes, but the joy and confidence he exuded were nearly palpable. And they tasted good. I want to live my life hard and happy. I want to be so excited about what God is doing in me and my family and have an inkling of where I'm going.
I'm so thankful for my family, my beautiful/smart/sometimes-hilarious/passionate/emotional/irrational/amazing wife, my incredible smart and cute son, and my loving/forgiving-to-a-fault/gracious/understanding/exciting/hilarious Jesus.
I'm blessed beyond belief. Sometimes I just need to remember that and get back on track.