Desert Wanderings

Today I topped my to-do list with "Become a nomad." A dreamy look relaxed my tense face as I wrote it, imagining a carefree life as I followed my sheep and goats. I would be like an Israelite; except I don’t want to move to the Middle East, and I don’t really like the desert because scorpions are poisonous and mirages are devious. Still, being an Israelite couldn’t have been all bad. All they did was walk, which can’t be as stressful as figuring out what I'm actually supposed to do with my life. Then I remembered God made them walk in the desert and hot sand burns your feet.

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