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03 April 2015
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04 March 2015
the firewatcher's daughter // brandi carlile
Brandi Carlile is a huge crush on mine. Her words and voice shake something deep in my soul, places that I didn't know could resonate with someone else. I'm so happy she'll be playing in Austin soon and that Drew and I get to go see her perform. I told him I was buying tickets and he was like "oh but I um I was going to surprise you with them." Whoops. I love him so much, and he is so good to me. wherever is your heart I call home. We are at a weird place right now, or maybe it's just me. But I feel like the majority of the time I am walking on boring and slippery ground. Thinking about it too much causes major insecurity. And so I slip through phases - one of severe distress and the other of apathy. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but it's real and I'm here, and I'm battling the crippling fear and continuing to let love flow through me. While talking about a specific concerning issue with Rose, she said "I wonder if you are making a mountain of a molehill?" Have I gotten so used to drama and crisis that I am creating new ones?
02 March 2015
19 February 2015
thankful...
Today I fell into the depths of blogs past. It's fascinating to see what I was interested in, reading, doing, thinking...all those years ago. Some of those feelings are still so tangible, while others have fallen to the wayside.
In one post, lamenting my broken heart, I say "I still remember that one birthday I spent with him".
That statement isn't true anymore. I wonder why that day was important to me then, and why it's not now.
I also dutifully tracked things I was thankful for. Once a week, I posted a short little entry, a list of things that I needed to take an extra moment to be grateful for. And I liked it. I remember the feelings that were stirred in me as I enumerated the little, and the big, things that were good in my life. And I liked re-reading them, all these years later. Some are vague, like "friends"; others are specific, like "the harry potter soundtrack". I am thankful that my past self has so well documented these things.
Expect to see some thankful... posts about once a week.
In one post, lamenting my broken heart, I say "I still remember that one birthday I spent with him".
That statement isn't true anymore. I wonder why that day was important to me then, and why it's not now.
I also dutifully tracked things I was thankful for. Once a week, I posted a short little entry, a list of things that I needed to take an extra moment to be grateful for. And I liked it. I remember the feelings that were stirred in me as I enumerated the little, and the big, things that were good in my life. And I liked re-reading them, all these years later. Some are vague, like "friends"; others are specific, like "the harry potter soundtrack". I am thankful that my past self has so well documented these things.
Expect to see some thankful... posts about once a week.
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