My Blue Camera

I got an e-mail two days ago from my church's secretary informing me that they she has found a camera, and they think it's mine (because of the amount of selfies I've collected over the years). I just want to take a couple sentences to commend my church's administrative staff for going through the troubles of looking through my SD card (because my camera has been lost for about two years and did not turn on), and identifying me. They could have easily thrown it in the lost and found box. BUT ANYWAY Diane is great. Love my church.

This camera has been lost for about two years. Yes, Virginia, my camera has been sitting in the crevice of a couch in the fireside room for that long. It's been accompanied with cookie crumbs and whatever it is that church people eat. I thought to myself, the pictures in this are going to be reflective of a Jason from 1.5 years ago. A Jason with no church to call home. A Jason who was new and uncomfortable and did not know too many people. I remember the day I lost my camera - I haven't even met Justin yet officially. And it was the day I met Jackie.

Jackie

Yeah. The Voldemort to my Harry Potter. The one who shan't be named (don't know if that was the correct phrasing, but I wanted an excuse to say "shan't").  (Disclaimer: I have nothing against her. I'm not saying she's an evil wizard trying to kill me in the least. I think at this point in my life, I've been separated from her as healthy as two people can be after they've had a deep relationship)

Needless to say, as soon as I got home, I popped a battery in and reminisced on life before her. Who was I? What was I like? Was I better? Was I worse? Who was Jason?

THIS was Jason

(Note: photos uploaded at random with no previews in this window thing straight from my SD card)

It was pretty nice not to define myself by a failed relationship. To think about the past and really really fool myself into thinking those were the good old days. It's really easy to do that - just assume that the times in your past were better than they really were. It sucked being unemployed.  It sucked having winters without subzero temperatures. (Kidding, I'll take a snow-less winter any day.) It sucked not knowing what not to do in a relationship. It sucked not knowing what I know now from that last relationship

Finding this camera made me realize two things:

1) Life was pretty good before my last relationship

2) Life could be way worse

In the last couple of weeks, I've been talking to a few girls. Went out with a couple. Truly, there are plenty more fish in the sea - it's not that I necessarily have moved on to another girl. But there are people out there. Attractive women. Godly women. Women that have good taste in music. Ones that can cook. Ones that like me. It's not the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new one with a skeleton-less closet.

I'm truly thankful for the experiences. I'm just glad that I feel like I'm finally truly moving on.