Passing out, again, and again, and again...

I'm quite sure no one drops by to check my blog these days. I don't expect them to; it's been dead for months. So I'm not quite sure if anyone will read this, but in any case, I feel that I should update, if for no other reason than to keep a record for myself so that 10 years down the road I may read this and laugh. Of course, Blogger might not be around 10 years down the road. That raises interesting problems about sentimentality I suppose.

Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm passing out of my Naval Junior Ratings course tomorrow. It's like the most basic course in the Navy that everyone goes through. Next week I'll be informed of my vocation, so hopefully I'll get a good one. Thuis will be the third time I'm passing out of some course, despite the fact someone once said you only pass out once...

I'm frequently amazed at the places and situations in which I find myself in the military. Amazement does not necessarily connote delight of course, but in this case I find myself pleasantly surprised to be doing something I'm fairly familiar with out in the civilian world. My OC asked me to be the emcee for tomorrow's passing out ceremony this morning. This morning I was onboard ship, entereing harbour. This evening I'm sitting in front of my computer typing. I often find it... interesting to note how much difference a few hours can make in the military. In any case, I find it quite nice to be able to exercise skills one would not normally associate with uniformed personnel haha.


You know, whenever I visit my friend's blog I begin to worry at my increasing lack of introspection. All too often I find myself just being content to let the days slip by without trying to achieve something worthwhile. Or rather, I find myself hoping the days will pass by quicker so I can escape whatever unpleasant activities I have lined up for me on that particular days. There's so much time lost in the process, so much time lost doing nothing that was significant. I have become spiritually lazy. Sitting down to spend some quiet time is almost a chore. I cannot, or rather I'm too lazy, to focus on God. I think I have allowed myself to fall into this habit. After letting time just fly past me, I'm too lazy to get a grip on myself and re-focus. And all the while, the masquerade must go on, while my foundations slip. Perhaps "lack of introspection" was the wrong phrase. I know myself all too well. I'm just too lazy, and afraid, to act on it. Or should I say, to let Him act on it?