Sliced finger
Packing / Cleaning
African chicken dish
Lots of friends
Hot tub
"The Music Box" video
Phone conversations
Call of Duty 4
This is what I filled my day with. It was really good, but I think I need some serious time alone.
I need to buy a journal. A real one. One that I'm not afraid to say what I think.
I need to allow myself to be at least a little wounded. I know everything is going to work out (I'm not the one in control anyways). But things still hurt sometimes. Feeling that pain is not a bad thing. But denial is real dumb.
I need more of his goodness. his joy. his love.
