it feels like i’m hung inside of some strange wheel. first i was sick for a week, now T. it’s been exhausting. and sometimes i think i’m not doing enough. i don’t see my friends enough-keep the house/car/cooking up like i should-i don’t write like i know i want to….. is the critical voice just part of the deal for an ambitious person?
but after all of THAT…. there’s a solid and true part of me that has been unearthed over the past year that i don’t think i will ever lose. it’s like the foundation of my adult self.
the shakiness of my 20s… wanting to emerge into something that would last, but i became so bored with everything. i placed so many ridiculous crowns on my head, thinking i could wear them all. ehh.. this is hard to say like i want to. guess that’s proof i haven’t been writing.
but i will be 32 this year. and i know this-i will always love GOD. i will always read the Bible. i will lay my life down for my family. i will be faithful and true to the man i love. i will never stop returning to the kitchen, to the bed and to the woods to find my balance.
i need to do this more.
