The sweet smell of rubbing alcohol...

Or something like it, a funny statement i know. Tonight while using a alcohol swab to clean my finger before taking a blood sample for checking my blood sugar level, I actually smelt the isopropanol. Not exactly an 'Eureka' moment, but for someone who has been living in a bubble like state of something close to an scent vacuum, caused by a cold; any smell (or taste for that matter) pleasant or not is a welcome relief. My mind (a scary place) started making some connections back to what i read the night previous.

For strange (probably divine) during my reading in the bible i was drawn to the book of ACTS; and where better to start than the beginning. Boom! right there the alcohol kicks in! (not in the way you're probably thinking) Chapter one speaks of Jesus being raised back into heaven, a miraculous moment in world history, but what struck me was that to the apostles this was not a rubbing alcohol moment. I'll explain. Jesus ascension was the culminating curtain call of miracles for round one on earth, the exclamation point on a caplock sentence, for any doubters among his followers, this was the proverbial last straw; this man truly must be the Son of God. But there were no doubters left, they had already joined in and were enjoying the ride; ACTS doesn't even mention any shock or amazement. Sensorial overload from the accumulative miracle overload of the past weeks and months, perhaps, but more likely the result of truly believing; coming to expect nothing less. As usual (and selfishly) I relate this thinking back to myself; would I have bought in to Jesus? Or would I have been the skeptic, sleeping with one eye open, always asking questions with arms folded, the one picking his mouth off the ground while Jesus skipped off on the yellow brick road. Too often I overanalyze things, keep grudges, and take the doubter/skeptic's role in life.
cause: My nature, and years of the underdog mentality
effect: stolen happiness
Which ties in perfectly to something else that was floating around in my head...'life is too short'
life is too short to always be the skeptic, ride the wave, believe when all is lost, and for once stop n smell the rubbing alcohol.
(this is in no way a suggestion to actually sniff rubbing alcohol)

Love.Live.Laugh

Jh

Lazy Daze.

It's pretty easy to slip into a routine that doesn't involve thinking (or not writing in this blog).
My weekly trip to Johnmayer.com (by far my favorite artist) led me to the usual places news, tour map, blog. It was the last spot, blog, that had been mysteriously blank for quite some time now; that had become increasingly aggravating to me. Huzzah! just a few day ago a post appeared (actually two) explaining much to why it had remained dormant for such a length. (I'll let you read it to find out.)

His post on Thursday, March, 27/08 entitled 'From the Heart...' reminded me of why a started this blog in the first place. So recommitted i will try to be!

Wish me luck