an update? really?

Sorry for the lack of updates...my crazy/busy life hasn't allowed me much time to get on the internet. My Louisville trip was wonderful... I have a 'post in process' for it, but I don't feel like finishing/don't have time to finish it right now... I'll try to get it done soon =D

We went up to Jonesboro, GA for David's basketball game this afternoon. They lost, but David played really well. I was a very proud big sister ^_^ Everybody kept commenting on how tall he was...and then gawking at me when they figured out how tall I was.

Which brings me to what I've kinda been thinking about lately: why does being 6 feet tall bother me so much?

I'm not really sure to be completely honest. It doesn't really have anything to do with the fact that the showerheads in almost every hotel bathroom are too short, or that people always think I'm in college (which is actually kinda cool ^_^) .

I think it has something to do with the fact that I don't like to stand out of the crowd; I'm afraid of being different.

I don't like it when people stare at me when I walk into the room. I don't like it when people talk about me when they think I can't hear. And I especially don't like it when people make smart comments about my height and weight/lack-thereof (ie "It should be illegal for you to wear heels", "You're so skinny, when you walk into the room you look more like 6'7" than 6'," ect)

The root of the issue lies with my fear of man. If I always had my eyes set on God, I wouldn't/shouldn't care about what anybody says. He made me who I am; I should be content. But I'm not, and that's the problem.