Torn Between Two Loves

*sigh* In some ways I love having many gifts and many loves... in some ways I don't. How is one to adequately split their time between writing, playing piano, playing guitar, WRITING music, scoring films, reading, AND editing? I kid you not- that's my life. Not to mention just lingering outside enjoying God's beautiful nature and engaging in those activities necessary to living a semi-normal life. And chores, taking care of so many wonderful siblings... you get the picture.

A dream's on the brink of coming true- me scoring an actual film (a short one, but what da hey!) But I'm totally wrapped up in my story at the moment, and for someone as obsessive/excessive as myself, I sort of have to get into 'moods'- writing or music. (playing instruments aren't a problem... just composing) And I am soooooooo very loathe to leave my 'writing mood'. I love my characters. I love my story. I love WRITING my story.

*sigh* It's horrible to try to choose between the two... I love both with equal passion but it's a real pain to linger between the two all the time

Well. There. I said it. I feel better for it. Sometimes it's good to rant every now and again. That's nowhere near one of MY rants, but it's theraputic all the same. But that's a rambling for another time. =-)

Purely hypothetical question

Purely hypothetical, of COURSE... what happens when someone (party A) tries to protect someone else (party B), but handles it badly but ends up hurting partyB? How does the vicious cycle end, if partyA is trying to do what's right and good (even though it's difficult) while partyB assumes partyA is being hateful? (did I mention we authors THRIVE on hypothetical questions?)

It's coming. It's inevitable. YOU'RE NEXT.

Tomorrow I'm attending the wedding of a friend. And the feeling is so very strange. Granted, this friend isn't very close (she's a couple years my senior and we go to different churches now), but I've known her and hung out with her and our families are fairly good friends. Most of all, it's a reminder of what will come. I'm 15.5 (I count half-birthdays) and I have many older friends (I'm not into the 'hanging out solely with peers' garbage). And, with the pending marriage of this young lady, I'm reminded that soon, Time will strike a little closer to home. It's a bittersweet feeling. And that's only thinking about it. Fortunately (or is it 'unfortunately'?) my sister is younger than me, and I kinda doubt she'll be married before me. Ergo I won't have to 'lose her' before losing myself. =-) But it's a sobering reality. Marriage is a funny thing. Some people don't have the family ties I have and can't wait to 'get away'. For me, it's the opposite. I can't imagine leaving my fam, not even for the man who will be my very best friend this side of Heaven (sorry, but no man alive can top my Lord when it comes to love). And yet I know, when the time comes, I'll go. I know myself well enough. And it will be bittersweet (anyone know a good synonym for 'bittersweet'?). It's the transition of a lifetime- leaving your family (of course they'll always be there, but it'll never be the same) and taking on a new one. Exciting to say the least. Walking in God's Plan usually is.