200 friends and yet still alone.

Why is it that a person can have over 200 friends on facebook, and yet still feel so terribly alone?


Are we so inept at real friendships that we use the virtual world to give us a false sense of confidence that we really aren't alone?

Just a thought. And I still love facebook.

On fulfillment

I was talking today with an old friend about how I would possibly like to get my Ph.D sometime in the future after I get my master's degree. This brought the conversation to being a career woman or a mother, and is it possible to be successful at both.

She said something that surprised me. "The only way I will feel fulfilled in life is if I get married and have a family."

Now, of course, I would love to get married and have a family at some point. That is my dream plan, so to speak. However, I also want to make a difference in the world through my career.

Often times, growing up in a church, I was taught that the ultimate goal of women, unless called to be single, is to get married, have children, and be a keeper at home. I do agree with this, but I also want to make a difference in the world through a career, and have people see Jesus through me.

I'm just not sure.

What would make you feel most fulfilled in life and why?

Experiment

Just to satisfy my curiosity...

If you ever read this, would you mind leaving me a comment with your first name? Of course, you don't have to, but it would make me happy if you did. Just so I can get an idea of who reads this blog.

Thanks!

The Chorus, Donora

"December is a lonely month"

I really cannot wait for it to be Springtime. Seriously.

e.e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
by E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

This picture makes me happy.