Dark Night of the Soul: Intro

I've entitled the next series of posts, "Dark Night of the Soul." Don't worry though, this doesn't mean that they'll be depressing. Actually, the stories I will be sharing are pretty funny.

According to Wikipedia, the Dark night of the Soul is

"A metaphor used to describe a phase in a person's spiritual life, marked by a sense of loneliness and desolation... Typically for a believer in the dark night of the soul, spiritual disciplines... suddenly seem to lose all their experiential value"

Now, I won't be talking about a "Dark night of the Soul" in the spiritual sense, so in a way this is a metaphor for a metaphor. But essentially, I will be sharing two stories of critical moments this past semester when I questioned the joy I was feeling in activities that I normally love.

So before I head into my two stories, there is something you have to know, there are two activities that I love more than anything else in the whole world. I'm not saying I love these like I love God or my family, but as far as stuff you can do, these will top my list every time.

Ultimate Frisbee and Hiking

I could do these two things for hours and hours on end day after day and still love doing them. I have always believed that I could have fun doing these two things no matter what, but this past semester I had two incidences that challenged that thought.