…wait, you’ve heard this before?
If you are just cruising the internet, and stumbled upon this blog, you won’t already know what I am about to tell you.
If you have read this blog for the last month or so it’s been in existence, or if you had the opportunity to be one of the mighty few who read my previous blog, you might know what I am about to tell you.
If you happen to be related to me, or let’s just say uh — MARRIED to me– you will definitely know what I am about to tell you.
Here goes.
I’m high-maintenance. *Hi honey! You still love me, right?*
Yes, I know it’s hard to believe. I want what I want, when I want it. I don’t like to wait for things. I don’t like to settle for less than what I want. My husband will attest to the fact that I am never content with what I have– I am always ready to upgrade to something better.
I get new car fever when anyone I know gets a new car. However, when I get a new car, it’s usually not long before I get bored with it and begin thinking about what car I will get next.
We moved into a new house ONE YEAR AGO and I am already wishing we would have bought a different one.
I wanted to learn to knit a few years ago. I went out and bought the needles, the yarn, the instruction bookets. Never knitted a darn thing.
I have started up and quit three home businesses in my lifetime, simply because I am too high-maintenance. When the going gets tough, and I am inconvenienced, the task no longer seems fun to me.
A few weeks ago, I was offered an incredible job. At a company I had been applying at for over a year. I accepted the job, and over that next week, I was contacted six — SIX– times by other companies for interviews. I actually felt like kicking myself for wondering if the grass would be even greener somewhere else.
I am never satisfied!
So, the title of the post… let’s go back to that.
Four years ago, this blonde walks into a church. With two young children in tow.
She fell in love with said church.
She became involved in everything from being a preschool teacher to being on the worship team to being in just about darn activity available.
And two years later, she became bored. Bored with the Pastor, bored with the church, bored with the whole. darn. thing. The novelty wore off, and this blonde decided that putting forth energy to drive to this church wasn’t worth her time anymore. Suddenly other activities began popping up which conflicted with her church activities, and this blonde made the decision to tell her family they were too busy for church. Or maybe they just needed to find a new one, a closer one, a more convenient one, the high-maintenance in her rearing it’s ugly head.
For the last two years, this blonde has not been going to church. She has felt the pull from somewhere or *something*, but she hasn’t made that move yet. There have been signs– some obvious, some not.
I’m going back this Sunday. To a new church. We haven’t even decided on one yet, but I’ve proclaimed to the family we’re going.
But I am worried my same old attitude will rear its ugly head. I am worried I will like it, then start to love it, start to get too involved, and then start to get bored with it. As ALWAYS.
How do I prevent this from happening?
