I treated myself at my lunch break today; it was my last day of work so I figured I would slip down to Starbucks and get a latte. To be honest, I thought the summer would never end. My job is very stressful. Actually, and it is with great pleasure that I correct myself, I can amend that statement to "it was very stressful." I'm done now.

It scares me for a few moments. I would get up and put on my dress shirt and grab my thermos of coffee and slide into the office. Then I would deal with bipolar customers and uptight QA managers for 9 hours.

I think I almost got swallowed by the American corporate machine.

But then I would come home and see myself in the bathroom mirror, my long hair nearly to my brown eyes. And I would play my guitar next to John Nolan's labored yelling. I'm not quite a young professional, not if I have anything to say about it.

My pops said it was a good experience and I made bank, and those statements are true. What's strange is how lame the summer felt.

I'm not ordinarily one to put a whole lot of stock into feelings, but this summer just stunk. I don't even really think God wanted humans to live like this. Generally alone, with nearly no community and a whole lot of money. How awful is that?

But I also think God likes hard workers. So that is also confusing.

Summer used to be so awesome when you were young. Now it's no fun at all. The trick is finding out what you're supposed to be doing at all of these silly seasons that change more often than I can keep up with. I'm 20. Yikes.

My only consolation was that the espresso was very rich. And I also stumbled on this verse.

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.

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