Inches and Falling.

I desperately want to post something wonderful today--some sort of insight into the past week of my life, some profound thought that might inspire you.

Nothing's coming.

I have filled six pages in the past 24 hours and yet nothing seems adequate. Or maybe I just don't feel like sharing.

This was written about six hours ago. Much has happened since then.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Life is good!

The wind came a blowing through P-town today, swirling our hair every which way and trying to take our skirts for a ride. Luckily we made it to church without any major modesty issues. It sure was blustery though, and you know what stormy weather means:
something exciting is going to happen.

I just had no idea how exciting my night would be.

Honesty is the best policy. I know you've heard it, but do you believe it? Do you believe in sticking yourself out there, being vulnerable, letting your soul show? I'm starting to. I'm also learning to believe that sometimes it's even better to wait until someone shows themselves to you, let's you know their pure insides. It takes a lot of guts, I know. It may take a while for your heart to return to a steady rhythm or for your stomach to quit its squirming.

But it's worth it.
You'll be glad you spoke out. You'll feel better. You'll be understood.

Yeah, you could say I'm flying high tonight. Mmmhmmm...




















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