| Subject yourself to my random thoughts, if you dare... (it gets better toward the end)
* I'm addicted to veggies. I ate a whole stalk of raw broccoli just on my way home from work. nom nom nom
* We're watching LOST (Gabriel's first time) and working on our 1000-piece Woodstock puzzle.The puzzle has become freakishly hard. * I finally got the hang of my french press. We're friends now. My routine and ratios are finally correct and everything. But now I'm disappointed that we're out of creamer, and soy milk does a lousy job. Good thing payday is just around the corner so we can grocery shop. Here is a short love poem I wrote about coffee a month ago: Early in the morning, my dark and bitter bliss,
I engulf your delights, lest my duties be remiss.
You alone fill me with strength to seize the day,
And though the crash will come, it's worth it anyway. * Today I'm in the process of gathering the necessary information for home loan pre-approval. Hopefully, when this all goes through, I'll be making a trip to look at houses. We're pretty excited about the prospect of being in our own real house. By the time we move, I will have been in this 620-sq. ft. apartment for 2 years, the second year being with Gabriel here too. AND we both can't wait to have a garden.
* I love Gabriel. He is the answer to my prayers. He's my best friend. My soul has never felt so revived... it's as if love has reached into all the crevices and withered, bitter places in my heart and flooded it with life. I love him deeply. ** My life is greatly blessed. * (Listening to Sleeping At Last's new cd "Storyboards", which doesn't show up in the search yet) It's so amazing how comforting good music is. I can feel at home anywhere when I hear Sleeping At Last. ...like a friend in the midst of a strange place. This morning as I was driving to work, the familiar strains of my favorite music flooded my car, and I felt like all my stress was melting away. It reminds me of an experience I had years ago as a freshman in college... new city, new people, very uncomfortable... I got in my car for a drive and had the revelation that I was home. Anywhere. As long as I held onto who I am. There's something about being alone in my car that drowns out homesickness, the pain of loneliness (not the loneliness, just the pain of it), the stress of whatever situation I'm in... it's like a sanctuary. I can be real. Scream, cry, laugh hysterically. It's safe. … I've noticed lately that “safety” is a real theme in my life. I'm always craving safety, in every arena. On the flip side, fear has always been one of my biggest challenges for as long as I can remember. And recently I'm noticing that it's primarily related to my mindset (duh). It's so easy to let my thoughts get out of control, fear and insecurity creep in, until it's an actual struggle to take those thoughts captive. This is so elementary, and yet so difficult for me. The wrestle in my mind can be so exhausting.
* my hair is growing fast. |
