Problem: My Inductive Bible Study homework has caused me to be very confused.
Solution: Write about my life and fall into the temptation to welcome distractions.
Problem: Flannel and plaid is in style which makes me think EVERY Tom, Dick, and Harry is a country boy when the reality is that they spent $60 on the dang shirt at American Eagle where they shop at in one of their 10 malls in their big CITY!
Solution: I refuse to ever talk to a guy in a flirtatious way that is not wearing a cowboy hat or a camo baseball cap. That is the only way that I will be able to truly separate the men from the boys.
Problem: I chose to go to a school that does not breed or attract my kind. Not even in the slightest.
Solution: Choose to believe that I will still be alive even if I don't graduate with a ring on my finger. And continue to believe that God's got this under control.
Problem: I'm feeling very nostalgic these days.
Solution: Thrust myself back into high school by having slumber parties, drive 35 min. out of town semi-spontaneously to buy tennis shoes (and then receive a call that my mom will be buying my shoes and I don't have to spend my own money), listen to an extra dose of country music (especially the unrequited love and cynical woman type).
Problem: Our toilet in our townhouse keeps clogging.
Solution: From this day forward I will be digging a hole and pooping outside. Maybe right beside the hammock that keeps obnoxiously hanging there beside Hodson while people lounge and mock me as I rush from class to work to class and back to work again.
Problem: I tend to be a little cynical about love these days.
Solution: Keep spouting sarcastic, cynical comments about boys and love while I'm single and still can without people thinking I'm a bitter old woman.
Problem: I'm addicted to coffee.
Solution: Bought the strong stuff today. Starbucks. Extra bold. I'll let you know how that goes.
Problem: I'm convinced that all guys are always: jealous, horny, filled with alterior motives, sneaky, manipulative, and proud.
Solution: I'll allow myself to keep this little chip on my shoulder until I find a guy man enough to take it on. Just kidding. I don't think that all the time. But sometimes. Especially when I happen to be menstruating. Which is right now. But the real solution is allowing it to be remade through the interactions I have with the good ole' boys that God has blessed me with bringing into my life.
