Here I sit, bored out of my mind. Another mindless day at work, following an event less duty day. We're in the middle of CART (Cutter Annual Readiness Training). Basically a precursor TACT (Tailored Annual Cutter Training). There's a part of me that wishes we were underway (did I really just say that???), because at least then, there's always something going on.
Anyways, lately I've been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting. Usually that's never a good thing for me.
I've been thinking a lot about my faith, and how I've been questioning my faith more and more. It's led me to bring myself back to the events that led to my salvation, and the incredible feeling that overcame me when God reached down and held my heart for the first time (well, the first time that I would acknowledge).
I've also been reading a book, Gone to the Crazies, by Alison Weaver. It's a memoir about her time before, during, and after her time at The Cascade School. Cascade was the therapeutic (or cultlike, as the book describes it) boarding school that was my home, from January 29, 1997 through February 5, 1999. I had learned about Alison's book merely days ago, bought it, and started reading it yesterday. It has me hooked. Alison does a wonderful job explaining the wonders and horrors of Cascade, especially for those who never experienced it for themselves. For those of us who have, it brings back wave after wave of mixed emotions. It has reminded me of what I had forgotten over the past 10 years, some good and some bad. It has given me a little more substance, and a great example of what I have been aiming for, in my memoir (which is currently in the works).
Well, I better get going. I guess the government isn't really paying me to blog...
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