I’m going to begin the practice of providing my opinion only once I’m asked for it. Maybe if we do this, our answers to silent questions won’t fall on deaf ears

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Churning

In a rut.
In a jam.
In a bind.
Out of time.

I have been trying to ignore the ever present feeling and now it has come in so closely that it’s practically ever other thought. My mind is subconsciously searching for something, anything, else. Something new, maybe. To excite and reignite me.

Our daily grind? My clothes? The color on my walls? My bank account brings me back to the ground. Luckily (or unluckily?) I am not financially prepared to just throw everything in our entire home off the balcony and start from scratch. But that’s how I feel. As if the things that surround me every where I turn are just caving inward. I have been hesitant to admit that even after 3 years, this place does not feel like home to me. I’ve experienced the worst days of my life in this place. And though I’ve graduated from daily reminders, there’s no fooling my soul. And I’m tired of this low, dull, ache in my days. Praying builds me, but also continues to seem to guide my thoughts to Atlanta. And wondering if my family would fit there. If I could fit there, again.

Ick. Does spring cleaning cure this parasitic emotion? Maybe I’ll stop by the market and snag some flowers on my way home in the morning. ‘Til then, I’ll just focus on being still.

I came across this at such a perfect time in my life. Dear Self, Don’t dare let anyone make you feel like you’re not as awesome as you are. How could you let regular ol’ people you don’t even like take the glory out of your precious days? Do your own damn thing. You deserve it.

I came across this at such a perfect time in my life.

Dear Self,
Don’t dare let anyone make you feel like you’re not as awesome as you are. How could you let regular ol’ people you don’t even like take the glory out of your precious days?

Do your own damn thing. You deserve it.

Amen, amen, and amen again. We’re supposed to get through shit, not stay there. Let’s drop the baggage and let our arms rest a bit. Maybe then, we’ll have more strength to dance and rejoice in all of the joy that is waiting for us.

Amen, amen, and amen again. We’re supposed to get through shit, not stay there. Let’s drop the baggage and let our arms rest a bit. Maybe then, we’ll have more strength to dance and rejoice in all of the joy that is waiting for us.

Random thoughts from the red light… Who came up with the stick figure family car decals? Why do people feel with such large stick figure families drive such small cars? Why is this light so long? How am I catching every one of these guys?

Random thoughts from the red light…

Who came up with the stick figure family car decals?

Why do people feel with such large stick figure families drive such small cars?

Why is this light so long?

How am I catching every one of these guys?

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