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Why I’m Leaving Facebook

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First of all, I think it’s weird that I’m writing about this. Deleting my facebook feels like I might as well drop off the grid, throw away my cell phone, and never use a credit card again. I mean, EVERYONE has a facebook. How will I keep in touch with people? What if someone needs to get a hold of me? How will I reconnect with long-lost friends?

But the more I think about it, I realize that I don’t use facebook to keep in touch with people or connect with friends on the other side of the country. I use it to waste time and to feel like I’m connected to people that I haven’t talked to in months or even years. Sure, it’s great to see what people are up to, but it has kind of taken any actual interaction out of a lot of my relationships. I remember when I actually had to talk to people to know how school was going, or where they were working, or who they were dating. Now, I can just scroll through my news feed. They never know I was even thinking about them, I never have to get more involved than I want to be.

I’m not saying nobody should use facebook or that it’s always a bad thing. I know lots of people who actually use it to stay in contact with friends that they might lose touch with otherwise. And that’s awesome. But I am not one of those people. For me, it’s an excuse to remain disconnected from people that mean a lot to me, so I’m just going to walk away and see what happens. Maybe I’ll just have more free time and nothing else will change. Even that would be a blessing when I start school on Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll pick up the phone every once in a while when I want to know how someone is doing. Maybe I’ll write an e-mail, send a letter, or ask someone to have coffee. Maybe I’ll let friendships actually require something of me instead of being able to stay safe and comfortable on the other side of my computer screen.

This year, I’ve been thinking a lot about the kind of man I want to be. I’m officially in my late twenties. It doesn’t feel as old as it used to seem, but there’s also a sense of responsibility that I can’t shake. Responsibility to make choices now that will impact how I live the rest of my life. Something I want to choose now while I’m still young is to be authentic. My temptation is to act like I have it together and have all the answers, but I’ve found that that has never helped a single person, myself least of all. If anyone else has ever been impacted by me in a positive way, it’s when I’ve put down my masks, admitted my failures and messiness, and just let them see the real me. Somehow that encourages people, even when I feel like they should be disgusted or disappointed.

It’s easy to look awesome and cool and funny and put-together on facebook. Much more difficult in real life. I choose authenticity. I choose real life.

 

 

On a more practical note, I’m hoping to keep writing on this thing so feel free to follow me if you want to stay updated with wherever life takes me next (shameless plug for my awesome, albeit seldom updated, blog). If you want to stay in touch, shoot me a message and gimme yo digits. Last week, I deleted all of my facebook “friends” that I wasn’t still in touch with and didn’t see myself keeping in touch with down the road. So, if you can see this, I’d love to be your real friend and not just your facebook “friend”. Seriously.

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August 29, 2013 at 3:22 pm

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Undaunted

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Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn
-Worn by Tenth Avenue North

I love songs that take the jumbled chaos of your own thoughts, feelings, and unexpressed emotions and put them into words for you. This song has done that for me lately. I’m not sure what I want to say here on the world wide web, so let’s just say that lately I’ve been struggling. Ok, ok, who isn’t struggling? Even as I say it, it feels so foolish to bring it up. Maybe it’s better to say that lately I’ve been feeling defeated. Somehow this summer has shown me more of myself than I’ve wanted to see. It has been unpleasant to say the least. Two separate people have asked me if I’m still following Jesus, if I’m still a Christian. Both times I said yes, both times I wondered how honest I was being. I mean, hey, I go to church every once in a while. I really try to read my Bible regularly. I pray. Sometimes. Generally they end up being angry, questioning prayers laced with more than a few words I wouldn’t say in front of my mother, but hey, prayer is prayer, right?………right? Either way, I’ve always believed that being a Christian is about more than just doing the right things, so the excuses I make to myself are less than reassuring. Somehow something is missing. Something that makes me unsure of how to answer someone when they ask me if I’m still a Christian.

Anyway, there’s that. Deep, soul-numbing confusion in an area of life I thought I would never be confused about. That I definitely never should be confused about.

So, where was I? Oh yeah, I’ve been feeling defeated. One day, I’m driving home from work and this song comes on the radio. “Let me know the struggle ends…that what’s dead can be reborn”. Suddenly, I’m crying. I was perfectly fine when the song started, now I’m an emotional wreck. What’s going on? Then, I realize that this is all I would ask for if I could have anything in the world. I have lost hope and would give anything to get it back. Hope always seemed like such a fluffy, cutesy idea. Nice in its own way but not really connected to reality. That was how I thought of it until I lost it. Consistent failure in areas that I’ve done all I can to succeed in has stolen it from me. Now, I just want to know that the ending of my story is a happy one. That redemption does win in the end and that failure isn’t the last word that’s read over my life.

Fast-forward to the week before my birthday. The idea of getting a tattoo to commemorate my entrance to my twenty-sixth year had somehow become an appealing one. I wasn’t committed, by any means, but I was thinking about it. The word “Dauntless” had stuck out to me from a book I was reading, but I wasn’t positive that I liked it and anyone else who read the book would know that that was where I had gotten it. I started looking at synonyms to see if anything connected to the same idea struck me. “Undaunted” was one of the first ones that came up. At first, I brushed it off since it’s pretty much the same word but I kept coming back to it and eventually I ended up looking up the definition anyway. “Not forced to abandon purpose or effort.” The example was “Undaunted by failure.” I couldn’t get it out of my head after that. I still wasn’t sure that I liked it, I just knew that it was right somehow, that that was the word I needed to get. A couple days later I saw another definition that read, “Not intimidated or discouraged by difficulty, danger, or disappointment.” And God spoke to me. I can’t explain it. God hasn’t been saying much lately. Well, I should say I haven’t heard much from God lately. I imagine that the problem is on my end rather than his. Anyway, somehow I knew that God wanted me to get that word tattooed on me. Even up until the tattoo artist’s ink-needle-pen-thing first touched my skin, I wasn’t sure that it was what I wanted, but somehow I knew it was what God wanted. He was telling me something important, important enough to have it with me for the rest of my life.

So. Why “Undaunted”? Because I feel defeated. Because I feel hopeless. Because most days I just want to know that it’s not all for nothing. Because I’ve failed in ways too painful for me to write down. And I don’t think any of that is about to change. You can’t be undaunted if nothing is trying to daunt you, right? So I keep going. I don’t abandon purpose or effort. I don’t let myself get intimidated or discouraged by difficulty, danger, or disappointment.

 

 

 

NOTE: I wrote this about a month ago, right after I got my tattoo. I didn’t post it because I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share it but also because it seemed to end on such a depressing note. I’m still not really sure about it, but I feel like I need to share it so here you go. Just know that I’m ok and that God is teaching me a lot. It’s not pleasant, by any means, but I’m learning…slowly.

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August 18, 2013 at 9:38 pm

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Time. Money. Relationships.

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I hate making weekly schedules. I’m more of a roll-with-the-punches kind of guy, in case you didn’t know. A schedule just stresses me out and makes me feel suffocated. My phlegmatic disposition aside, I also dislike schedules for the same reason I dislike budgets. They force me to confront the reality of how much I waste. If I ignore my time and my finances, it’s easy to believe that everything is basically balancing out in the end and that I don’t really have to worry about it. Sure, I have to put a bill or two on my credit card every once and a while and might miss a deadline or two in school, but everything will work itself out eventually, right? But then I sit down and look at where my time and money are going every week and I have to realize that these resources are limited.

Today, I was thinking about what I would discover if I used a similar approach for my relationships. What if every facet of a relationship could be somehow quantified and the numbers plugged into a spreadsheet? Would I find that I’m being efficient or wasteful? Am I being loving and adding value to others? Or am I choosing selfishness and seeking my own good? It’s easy to take the people in my life for granted and forget that these friendships are a blessing. Friendships can end, feelings can be hurt, people can feel ignored or used, words are spoken that can wound or heal. I want to be a man that makes the most of the relationships he’s been given.

Nothing too profound, just something on my mind today.

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April 6, 2013 at 11:00 am

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Just enjoy.

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There aren’t many things I’ve discovered that I love, but one thing I have found is that I love running. I mean, not always. Sometimes, it’s the last thing in the world I want to do. But if I make myself get out the door, put in my headphones, and start pounding the pavement, somehow everything just makes sense. Everything is suddenly simple and what was once overwhelming is now manageable.

I started running because there was a time in my life that I was required to exercise four times a week and it was either run or work out. There are a great many things I’ve discovered that I hate, and working out is close to the top of the list. So I started running. In the process, I found something that I wasn’t terrible at and even somewhat enjoyed. Most people think I’m a freak for enjoying what is considered punishment in other sports and they’re probably right. All I know is that my head is never as clear as it is when I run.

I process things internally. It’s hard for me to talk to someone about how I feel about an event right after it’s happened. I need time to think, to be alone, to sort out my thoughts. This week, I’ve been stressed out. Probably for no reason. There was just one thing after another that went wrong and I wasn’t sure I could handle anything else. So I decided to go for a run. It’s snowing outside and pretty windy but it was what I needed. I didn’t have any great revelations, no problems were solved, it was simply a relief to put everything else aside and enjoy something that I love. To just enjoy. Not figure out, analyze, or respond to. But just enjoy.

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March 12, 2013 at 6:13 pm

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Hungry

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I love food. Seriously. I really, really enjoy it. My love language, by an overwhelming majority, is Quality Time. Next, in moderation, is Gifts. Bringing up the rear, almost nonexistent really, are Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, and Acts of Service. (If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, this explains it well). But far above all those things is food. When I’m stressed out? Food. When I’m happy? Food. When I’m sad? Food. The way I handle any and every emotion is by eating. Unhealthy? Most likely. Enjoyable? Extremely. So if you spend time with me while we eat food, I’m in heaven. I live with my best friend and his wife who enjoys baking just for the fun of it and will whip up a batch of cookies at the drop of a hat. “What are these for?” I ask. “Nothing, I just felt like making them,” is her reply. Yeah, I may never move out.

So basically, I think food is just the greatest. There’s always time for food. When someone tells me all they’ve eaten that day is a slice of pizza or a piece of beef jerky, I’m horrified for them and need to eat a bagel before I slip into a depression at the mere thought. It seriously shocks me that people can go through their entire day and not have time to eat something.

I kind of eat all the time. I’m constantly perusing the fridge and/or cabinets for some sort of snack. Being hungry is one of my least favorite feelings. I get grumpy fast and I’m sure I’m quite unpleasant to be around. I certainly don’t enjoy being around me when I’m hungry. Which reminds me of this… So I eat. A lot. The life of a hobbit really appeals to me.

But sometimes I have to wait. We don’t eat dinner until after the little dude is in bed or I have to wait a little longer before I can take my meal break at work and I get hungry. It sucks. But there is also an extra element of enjoyment that comes with eating when you feel really hungry. Especially when the food is delicious and you know you can have as much as you want. There’s a beautiful feeling of contentment that comes only after being extremely hungry, eating a great deal of food, and being extremely full. I hope you know what I’m talking about.

Lately, I’ve started to feel hungry. Hungry to experience. Hungry to know. Hungry to enjoy life in a way I haven’t lately. I can’t really explain it, but to me it makes more sense when I relate it to my love for food. There’s a hunger that sometimes comes before the more profound experiences in life. Like God is preparing me for a big meal. I feel like something is coming and I’m excited. But also hungry. And it sucks.

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February 26, 2013 at 6:25 pm

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The Ocean

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So there’s this song by David Crowder Band. It’s called Sometimes. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted about it before because seriously…I love this song. Every couple months I rediscover it and remember how much I enjoy it. There’s a part of the song that goes

Just set your sails and risk the ocean, there’s only grace.
Let’s risk the ocean, there’s only grace.

I love safety. I love security. I love the shoreline. I love being able to look over and see land only a few hundred feet away and know that if something went terribly wrong and my boat sank, I could swim for it if I had to.

I hate danger. I hate uncertainty. I hate the ocean. I hate the thought that I might commit myself to something that might fail and that I will be on my own. There are no back-up plans in the ocean. Either your boat can make the journey or you’re sunk. There might not be any great adventures on the shoreline, but at least there is safety. At least you have a back-up plan.

I have a couple dreams. Things I’d like to do. People I’d like to do them with. But there’s a problem. None of them involve staying near shore. They require me setting my sails and risking the ocean. I try desperately to find a way to make them safe and take away any measurable risk. I try to plan and plan and plan so that my dreams fit nicely in my comfort zone, but as soon as they do I’m forced to admit that I’m no longer interested. The fire has gone out and the dreams that once filled me with excitement are now quite boring.

A few choices have been put in front of me. A couple of them appeal to my desire for comfort and security. If I go down that road, my life will make sense, I’ll have a good idea of what lies ahead, and I will be set up to have a fairly comfortable life. And I know that, deep down, I will be miserable. I will hate myself for settling down and taking the easy road.

There is another road that is filled with uncertainty and that doesn’t make any sense to me. But when I think about it, my heart beats faster and somehow I know it’s what I’m supposed to do. If I try to plan it out and make it the least bit logical, it evaporates, daring me to pursue it without any logic or reason at all. It terrifies me in a way that I can’t fully explain.

So I have to remember the last part of that line of the song. There’s only grace. I can’t trust my plans or my dreams. But I can trust Him. There’s not much else in life that I know right now. And to be honest, some days I don’t even know if I know that much. I have so many doubts and so much fear. I have failed in so many ways and don’t feel the least bit prepared to go on. I know there’s a confidence in Him that I used to have that has fizzled out. Maybe that’s what living in safety does to you. In safety, there’s no need to trust God, you can handle everything on your own. That’s why He’s calling me out of the boat. Into the ocean.

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February 19, 2013 at 3:20 pm

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Before I kick the bucket…

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I think there exists somewhere an actual hard copy of a bucket list that I made once several years ago. If I remember right, most of them were travel related. No surprise there. I remember stumbling upon it something like three years ago, reading through it and being surprised that an item I’d been thinking a lot about hadn’t been written down. So I dug out a pencil and scribbled at the bottom of the list:

“backpack Europe”

Eight months later, I found myself sitting with my sister at a train station in Berlin, waiting to catch a train to Brussels so that our whirlwind European adventure could begin. Jean determined early on that our trip motto should be “Ever the Adventure!” and took great joy in shouting it out at random intervals during our sightseeing. I’d roll my eyes and walk a little more quickly, hoping that no one would realize I was traveling with that crazy American. But as much as I pretended to hate the motto, I couldn’t deny how true it was. Backpacking Europe was an incredible adventure and it taught me a powerful lesson.

I am my own greatest obstacle.

My heart hungers for adventure. To leave behind safety and security and embrace the rush that comes from facing my fears. There are places I long to go, sights I ache to see, things I want to experience for myself instead of looking at pictures that others have taken. I dream about these things and there is a moment where the question gets asked.

Why not?

And for a moment, I let the question linger. But only for a moment. Then the fears and the excuses rush in and I remember that safety and security aren’t that overrated after all. I’m in school, I have a good job that I enjoy, and I get to live in a house with my best friend and his family. There are many moments of joy in life and I’ll always have time to pursue my dreams later. But still my heart hungers for adventure. And really the only obstacle is me.

There is no great revelation that I have to end this post with. I haven’t bought a plane ticket or planned a trip. In fact, right now I’m just killing time before leaving for class. But I’m trying to find the little moments of adventure in life until I finally get the courage up to just go and never come back. I bought a keyboard and am trying to take up piano again. I’ve made a new friend at work even though I, James Jones – World’s Greatest Introvert, do not make new friends. I soak up this time that I have with the most beautiful girl in the world who stands at the bottom of the stairs in the morning and shouts “MIMMY!” until I wake up and come downstairs to play with her. Like I said, there are little moments of joy that are keeping me going. Someday soon I’ll plan that trip and buy that plane ticket. But until then, I’ll just keep scribbling on that bucket list and enjoying what God has put in front of me. And every once in a while I’ll whisper to myself…

…ever the adventure.

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August 28, 2012 at 10:56 am

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