Blessed be Your name...

"You give and take away!
You give and take away!
My heart will choose to say...
Blessed be Your name."

So post-graduate life is something else. It's like a strange purgatory between childhood summer days and mature monotony. In the past week, I've read so many books, watched re-runs of Friends, started a scrapbook of college memories, and actually cooked a couple of meals. I was trying to build some sort of routine but it's hard when there's nothing to do.

My life lacked purpose. I didn't feel bad for sleeping in because there really wasn't a reason to get the day started (and I'm not really a morning person). I think that's what I needed: purpose, a reason to get up in the morning.

After the season finale of LOST (which brought even more closure to this part of my life), I got an email from a family who needed a babysitter. Their 7-year-old daughter couldn't go to school so they needed someone to take care of her during the day. They sounded desperate, and I guess I was too. I figured I could use the money for next year and it'll be a good growing experience.

It's been three days of babysitting. I honestly don't know how moms can do this for a lifetime. It is a roller coaster of joy and frustration, silliness and sternness. At least I had an excuse to color and make snowflakes., and sing and play guitar. And we bonded over singing Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." :-)

Tree 63's song "Blessed Be Your Name" was playing on the radio on the way to babysitting today. I was thinking about how life is a series of blessings and trials, and how they can be at the same time. It's always better to look on the positive side of things and appreciate the fact that we have a purpose in life.