Why? ... okay, Why? ... really, Why?

A recent conversation with a friend triggered something in my head. Part of what makes me who I am, is that I am incessantly asking the question "why?"  I'm like that little kid that every time you give them an answer they ask why again.  I think I only give the courtesy of reprieve because I'm processing the answers I get, and at least some acknowledgement of how annoying being asked why over and over again is.  But ultimately, along every line of questions I come to a question that just can't be answered.  At least not yet

Much like one of my favorite videos asking: "What are birds?"


Of course, we just don't know.

In any case, I'll get all my answers eventually, I keep looking, I keep trying, I keep working at it.  I just need to remember why I'm doing it.

Star Wars vs. Star Trek

Various things on my mind lately resulted in this.

A brief synopsis of the train of thought is this.

Lots to do, need to focus
Translate-Stay on Target
which leads to this:



after following the mental equivalent of a pretzel, led to this:



Is it nerdy?
Yes
Is it ridiculous that a train of thought of focus led to this?
Yes
Do I regret any of it?
Absolutely not
:)

Uncovering the Book of the Left

Tomorrow is regional conference and I'm quite excited for it.  Unfortunately, leadership meeting is about 4 hours from now and I've only moderately slept.  oh well, such is my life.

The amusing thing is I decided to look through my old missionary notes from meetings in order to sort of mentally prepare myself.  I really could have been doing better with my gospel studies considering the free time I have.  There are a lot of really good things in those notes.  It made me happy to read them.  But the funniest thing is on the last page I have a whole bunch of what looks like a kindergartner's handwriting of the alphabet.

It is:

The Book of the Left

I hadn't really forgotten I'd done this, but it was really funny to see.  It was when one very boring P-day with nothing to do out in the middle of nowhere's nowhere.  I practiced writing with my left hand.  It was interesting as an understatement and left me with a headache worse than the first time I learned calculus or quantum mechanics.  I did ultimately do it a few more times I think in my daily planners.  All things considered, it isn't that bad of handwriting... at least in comparison to my dominate hand.

Odd I know, but then... it's me so what would you expect