For three consecutive Sundays, I've reintroduced a particular Catholic Commandment back into my life. Was it my choice, my decision? Yes. There was a boost of motivation on your behalf. In retrospect, you asked me to join you. My distinction toward Catholicism has been a bit skeptical for the past some odd years. Although Christianity is a blind faith, there are millions of followers out there. The Word of God is a righteous consciousness, yet the interpretation to today's teachings is vague. Society is wide-ranged. I don't believe that religious leaders can keep up with the goods and the bads. Anyway, that's besides the point. I go to church because it makes me feel good inside. I listen to the readings, the homily, the songs, and what nots. Some friends of mine believe my participation is because of an angel that has floated into my life. I believe that my family is what some say "non-practicing catholic" which is a term used by today's lifestyle. If you keep the faith in God, in Jesus, in the whole shabang, then you have faith of Catholicism on your side. I've always enjoyed going to Mass with close friends, family, or just friends alone. In high school, I went. In college, I went. For the longest time, I only went to midnight Mass during Christmas. Three Sundays ago I went to church because someone asked me. Two Sundays ago, I went because I wanted to. This morning, it was a bit difficult. I was in the lazy mood, but I knew that going to church would be morally valuable. We all must make decisions. Just think, an hour out of our lives, and most of us just lay in bed still. Decisions decisions decisions!
I've made a decision. The decision to make myself unavailable. What does it mean? Probably nothing. I'll wait. I've waited before. Where did that leave me? No where. My past experiences with waiting turned into two situations. The first occasion was about six months. That eventually went sour probably because of the distance, my ability to trust this person backfired on me. It was my fault. She eventually told me that she just wanted to stay friends. The second predicament was two years of waiting. Although, after the first year, we hooked up were official for about a week. And then we lost contact for three months. Don't ask me why I decided to pursue her again, but I did. This 'wait' was also long distance. Little did I learn from the first experience.
Now, I've run into a third. When I met her, I knew that waiting would be an issue. Fortunately, unlike the first two experiences, there's no distance. My desire for her increases. The serious talks have been made and I'm still here, she's still there. She studies, I work, and every weekend, we interact. I guess this is what they call taking it slow.
note: nursing is easier than engineering!