hakuna matata

It’s really hard not to worry.

Really hard.

I’m going to a training tonight to be an assistant teacher with BuildaBridge, so I’m looking at the class schedule. I’m worrying about how I’ll be able to help, and how I’ll get to the class. And I’m opening up my bank account and worrying about if I can afford to have one more night a week I can’t work, where instead I spend money on public transportation to get to the class.

Worrying is lame. It’s for squares.

Luckily, I go to the circle of hope church, so…yeah…not square. Well…anyways. But we had a worship/prayer event last night focused around Christ’s high priestly prayer. It was good, mostly because people were honest (self included). It made me think about humility, and love and glory and peace.

On the ride home with the women in my cell group and Jonathan, we talked about television and ice cream. And then I played guitar with Jonathan a little bit and thought more about peace. And then I called Avina and talked about many, many things. And then today I got a card from Candice and Avi and Elyse and Alicia, and it’s like a little prayer/encouragement card and I want to hug them. Aw.

I’m still worried, because money is worrisome, but now I’m also happy. Maybe if I got out some crayons and made money more colorful-looking, it would be more fun. Hmm. :)

But I’m doing well. I play a lot of guitar. I’m teaching a guitar student Iron Man, and I’m looking for more students. I even have a music myspace, sarahroarmusic. Which has helped me to try to write more songs. Which is really therapeutic. And fun. I might join a soccer team this Saturday.

I went to my co-worker Ebonee’s African-American studies classes last Thursday at Temple University. And both the classes and talking around the classes were good. Good conversation.

Friday night after work everyone stayed late and hung out and had free drinks, and talked about Michael Jackson and Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan. I mostly just listened. My boss kept complaining, trying to get me to talk, saying it was because of the beer, but honestly I felt sad talking about people’s lives falling apart. Well, then a decorative hanging fell off a wall and broke apart. Everybody freaked out. They believe there’s a ghost there. They said they had been too loud and made Emily mad, and Edgar said to leave the broken hanging on the ground so she feels guilty about it. Interesting night. I told Avi, it was cultural spectacles time.

Anyways, in general there's a lot of different people around, and it reminds me that I'm pretty different myself. And we're all pretty weird. Jonathan has a quote on his wall from Johnny Depp about how it wasn't the strange people that made him curious, it was the normal ones. Cuz normal ones are pretty strange. Which makes me think of this music video that you must go watch...

http://youtu.be/jJOzdLwvTHA

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CRAZY UPDATE. I think it was like half an hour after I wrote this, I checked my email. Like three hours before, my supervisor had emailed me saying she thought she had a way I could volunteer without using septa (public transportation). So I called her up. Apparently, she couldn't sleep last night, so she was thinking about work, of course. And one of the girls uses Philly Car Share (I remember when a friend and I thought we had come up with the idea of having a car people can share by online scheduling...nope, it's been around a while). And she lives above my internship (the business offices are on the first floor, while the co-founders and others rent out floors above). It's a spoken word class, too, one with 6-7 year olds, and one with older kids. And last night I wasn't even worrying, but even then God was like, yeah, I know you're gonna freak out, but check this out, I'm already pulling some strings, so don't forget I'm great.

Pretty much.