The Good in Everything

October 13, 2005


Yesterday I was 18 and ready for anything. Today I am ten years older and ready for absolutely nothing.

There’s so much going on right now it’s hard to concentrate on anything besides hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, oil, and war. It’s hard to believe in anything besides the apocalypse, and even non-believers are giving it a second opinion. I was in Bay City last weekend, and at the request of my favorite aunt, I went to the small Nazarene church with her for Sunday services. Every time I’m in Bay City she asks me to go and I never do, so, out of obligation, guilt, and love, I went. Brother Warren preached a sermon about the end of the world. “The signs are upon us,” he said. “Will there be a place in heaven for you?” I don’t know, I certainly hope so, but I think it’s still too early to repent, but if this is the beginning of the end, it’s a relief knowing I don’t have to worry about the future anymore.

I still don’t have a job, no surprise there, and I’ve come to the realization that I’ll probably never find a job I really want. I can’t find anything that pays well because I’m still underqualified for everything that does, unless I want to go into sales, which I don’t. Having a BA has not helped me in the business world, but there is a sense of freedom in having college behind me. Over and done, forget getting a Master’s, I don’t see the point.

It’s time to celebrate the harvest again, and country roads yield bare fields – forgotten cotton litters the shoulders and ditches of small towns preparing for annual rice festivals. This is my favorite time of the year, and despite the state of the world, the economy and humanity, I’m still relatively happy.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist