274-276. (Oct 1-3) 100 Montaditos with Chris and Alison, community group. I’m thankful for old and new friendships.
277. Started watching Breaking Bad with Christina. I’m thankful for well-written TV shows.
278-279. Went to the winter park farmers market with my coworker/new friend Lauren and then brought her to church. I’m thankful for her.
280-283. Got RU done, so work slowed down, so I got to go to tutoring and community group. I’m thankful for relaxed weeks.
284-286. Wine room and a movie with Lindsey and Carolina, took Christina to look at a car and stopped in to see my parents, roomie dinner. I’m thankful for my friends and roommates.
287-290. (Oct. 14-17) Workout with Christina, tutoring, wrote my first article for Relevant and was amused by how many people were more excited about it than I was. I’m thankful to have such encouraging friends and family.
291-293. Went to St. Augustine to see The Lumineers with Kathleen, then went up to Jax for a Halloween party at the old house and had breakfast with friends before heading back on Sunday. I’m thankful for great music, fun parties and great friends.
294-297. Discovered the joy of using my roommate’s juicer. Got lunch with mom when she was in Orlando and dinner with Chris and Alison. I’m thankful for good food (and drinks).
298-300. Hung out with Paul in Titusville, walked the bridge with mom, went to college park jazz fest with people from church, hung out with Lauren. I’m thankful for relaxing weekends.
301. Got to talk to Will on his 19th birthday. I’m thankful he’s my brother and one of my very best friends.
302-303. Chill night trying to learn Spanish with Rosetta Stone, cooked dinner and watched a movie with Lauren and Lindsey. I’m thankful for learning (though I’m not doing very well with it) and for new friends.
304. (Halloween) had our issue kickoff party at work, which included a costume contest, ice skating and Chipotle, and then went to an awesome party at my boss’ house. I’m thankful for my coworkers and for the strange holiday that is Halloween.
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
- The Great Gatsby
246. (Sept. 3) Said goodbye to Kelly before she left for Stanford. I’m thankful for her.
247. Tutoring—played pictionary with the kids, which was really fun. I’m thankful for those kids.
248-249. Had record web traffic to the Relevant website. And Phil Wickham came and played a few songs at the office. I’m thankful for my job!
250. Went to see Orlando City Soccer play. I’m thankful for fun events.
251-255. Church info meeting, dinner with friends, connect group, bible study. I’m thankful for starting to build some community here in Orlando.
256-258. Jacksonville with Hannah. Got to hang out with Lauren, Leen, Andrea, Debbie, Katie and others. I’m thankful for my college friends.
259-262. Birthday week! Dinner with the parents. I’m thankful for them.
263-265. Hanson’s speakeasy with Christina and Christine, beach with the roomies, Les Mis with mom. I’m thankful for my roommates.
266-270. Print week. I’m thankful to be done with this magazine.
271-272. A much needed chill weekend. Hung out with Alison. I’m thankful that she now lives in Orlando now!
273. Starting to get Relevant U together. Can’t really say I’m thankful for that…
He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American—that comes , I suppose, with the absence of lifting work or rigid sitting in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games. This quality was continually breaking through his punctilious manner in the shape of restlessness. He was never quite still; there was always a tapping foot somewhere or the impatient opening and closing of a hand.
- The Great Gatsby