The Idea of Getting Rid of Junk.

Right now, I have a bag of frozen mixed vegetables strapped to my neck with my blankie so I can type without having to hold it up.
Hahaha, yeah. My neck has been killing me for a couple days. Yesterday, it was, "Oh. I'm a little sore...?"
And this morning I woke up from the pain and couldn't move for a few minutes and groaned, "Uuuuugghhhh..." and felt like crying...
It's like a have some knots on my neck but also my glands are swollen up, like when you get a sore throat, but except my throat isn't really hurting so it's kinda strange.
Mom says I must be fighting something off. Go immunity system! Please! Sick in summer?--Not fun.

And, I've been feeling so creative lately. I want to paint. I want to write. I want to clean-- huh? QUE?! Clean?! Whitney!? ..you say? Yeah. Clean. But not like "Let's organize!" Bleh. Or even, "Let's dust and make my room pretty!" Yeah--no.

I was telling Wesley about this and I kinda want him to help me.
But, I had been thinking about what was said at MOVE 2010. They used the story of the Israelites following God in the desert.
That they would set up camp and they wouldn't know if they were going to stay there only one night or several weeks so, they wouldn't set up fancy tents and have a ton of stuff because then they wouldn't have time to pack up immediately and go where God lead them. And at the conference, they said that today, we all keep ourselves "packed-down" with worldly possessions.
If God wanted us to move someplace to do his work, we wouldn't be able to act because of all the junk we have.
So, I've actually had this on my mind throughout this past year.
And, last week my grandma and mom were talking about these big houses that we can't believe people live in.
My grandma said she wouldn't want someplace that big but she'd want something bigger then she has now.
I don't remember what my mom had commented...
But, I chimed in that I wouldn't want to live in a big house at all and that I'd want a pretty small place.
And Mom...scoffed and almost mockingly remarked, "Oh yeah? Where are you going to put all your junk?"
It... irked me.
I replied, "I won't have any."
She laughed the laugh of "Yeeeah, right." And they mumbled something to themselves that I should get rid of the junk I have now.

It kinda struck me because I guess I never considered taking all the stuff in my room with me when I left...

And... ugh... I'd write more... But, I'm gonna wrap this up. I really don't feel well...

I want to get rid of my junk... Go through it all and throw things away or give it away...

So, yeah... That was anti-climatic.

Sorry... I had so much else to write... Gr.

I'll write soon... Hopefully. May go to the doctor's tomorrow...