I'm becoming more and more astounded at the rate in which time passes. It has now been almost a full eight months since I moved back to Tulsa, just two months short of the entire time I was in Alabama. The general wisdom is that time seems to pass more quickly when you are occupied and enjoying yourself. I would say this is not always the case, because when I look back on my time in Alabama, it almost seems as if I was there for a lifetime. I have so many experiences crammed into my mind from those ten months that it seems as if I was there for years. Being back in Tulsa, however, has not been nearly as exciting. On the whole, I do the same thing almost every day. I get up, do a mundane task repeatedly for nine hours, and go home. Therefore, it's almost like a continuum, where an entire month really doesn't hold anything much different than two days. As a result, in my mind I can think back several months and there not be much in between to get in the way. But my solace in this is that it is just a temporary situation - the roller coaster is about to take off again and make every day unpredictable - just like my life was up until the morning of October 31 when I spun out of control in a Chevy Silverado. That, for the most part, was the last really unpredictable thing that has happened to me. That also was the capper to the end of my Alabama life.

But now, after experiencing what God has wanted me to during my Tulsa stay, it is almost time (T-minus 16 days) to head off to the world of Abilene. Suddenly, my days and my time will be mine again, left up to the total management of me. I feel like the cartoon character who is pushing himself back in the giant rubber slingshot, pushing harder and harder and anticipating that right moment to let go and be flung into the unknown. What all is going to happen? I have no stinking clue! But that's what is great about it, and probably why God has allowed time to pass so quickly up until now. It's time to start closing this chapter and turn the page to the next.