TOP 5 THINGS I FINALLY LEARNED IN 2011, #3 THERE IS A GOD.

Straight up, this blog is NOT about religion, another one will be, but this isn’t that one.

This blog is about GOD, and the realization, no the remembrance, that there’s a plan for all of us. We know it, we feel it, but we still doubt it.

But Nicole, I don’t believe in God, we all came from some random space ejaculation of…

Just stop right there.

If you, yes you person reading this, REALLY believes that my fingers moving on this keyboard right now to type my thoughts, as I think them, or to play piano and make music that can change the listeners mood in an instant, comprised of tiny little bones, and nerves, and muscles, and blood, and skin, are the leftovers of some universal fender bender, you are a self righteous, a-hole, I’m surprised you figured out how to use a computer to read this, and you are excused.

Now, for the rest of us who aren’t trying to sound cool when talking to drunk hipster girls, and KNOW this isn’t all an accident, I offer these thoughts…

When you think back to grade school and remember what you were good at, other than peeing, nose picking, and such… that’s you, and that’s who you were meant to be.

I sucked at painting, hated math unless it was about money, and got in trouble for being a smart ass making my class laugh.

I was in every activity I could sign up for, loved sports, English, and being creative, and would write plays that I’d choreograph my peers in and we’d later perform ‘em for the school.

My parents were embarrassed that I’d sell tickets for 10cents to my neighbours and their friends to come see my shows in the backyard.  And when I had a lemonade stand, I wore my favourite bikini to help sales. It was Dick Tracy, and had suspenders, and I sold out.  And one year, when I got a Barbie camper for Christmas, I screamed “A change room,” and put all the little matching costumes I was making in it.  I did NOT play camping with it, ever.

You ARE who you were.  You ARE who you were sent here as.  Any deviation from your natural “God-like” state will only result in pain, and a shitty life.  That is you, and that’s who God wants you to be.  And while I’m here, yes, gays ARE born that way.  I called out some kids and a cousin when I was 5, and all of them are out and in musicals now.

Of course throughout the last few years dealing with my injuries, I got REAL pissed at God.  Why in the hell would you give me all this drive, and all these gifts, and then just cut it off?  Like really, WTF!  Then I recently remembered, the pic my Mom took of me in the tub with a banged up face when I was like 4.  I tried to jump off the picnic table to fly like superman cause my brother was doing it.  I was fearless, I got hurt, and a few days later, I was laughing about it.  GOD gave me my get back up and ‘turn it into material’ attitude, and he didn’t forget about me when I was jumping off the table or in my car accident, he was training me.

God is the coach, and he trains us hard so we’re ready for the big games.  If things always went our way, if we always won, we’d never learn!

Now, do I think a diagram woulda been just as effective as a car accident… um maybe, but, my coach has been doing this for a really long time, and he’s made every single champion that’s ever existed.  So, I’m just gonna leave it to him.

Now you?

The dreams you had as a kid, that was your treasure map to follow.  If you settled down to get a steady paycheck, I don’t fault ya, bills gotta be paid, but I really believe that God didn’t give you the wrong map, and it’s never too late.

Your dream was to be a spaceman?  Enroll in a program at NASA, join a stargazing club, do anything you have to to get back with your true peers.

And when you do, and you get that giddy hyper 5 year old feeling, know that God just gave you a high five.

This blog is dedicated to all the friends who have helped me over the last few years.  Ya’ll have been Godsends. xo