So, I got a few emails asking me if I'd 1) been committed, 2) lost my mind, 3) had some boy break my heart, or 4) had amnesia.
Okay, so #4 is made up, but that would be cool, right?
I wrote my thousandth post and realized that I could ACTUALLY say I'd written a thousand things, and honestly, it freaked me out.
Words that I've written that will never be removed from the Internet (truly), and they could all come back on me. I have no idea why that post nearly set me over the edge, but I decided I needed some kinda change. Some kinda fresh start. And, for those of you who have been kind enough to email me, No, I didn't delete everything forever really. I just removed them off of here.
After three years, I needed to stop rereading my history and start writing a better future.
A brighter future that was all mine and not me living through other people's drama.
Let's face it... THAT is crazy.
On top of that, I took a few days off to go to my mom's and just relax. I also learned how to use a sewing machine and actually made a skirt.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED THAT MAKES ME.
Although, I hope the capitalization conveys what I'm trying to say. I felt, complete. Er, completely domesticated. Oops... that involves marriage. Whatever. I could reincarnate myself as Laura Ingalls, although I know NOTHING about Laura, so I'd have to read up. Or I could just make you a skirt too. WHATEVER GET OFF MY CASE GAH.
While at home, two different friends lost two different parents, one guy a Mom, one guy his Dad, and my heart is broken into pieces because you know what... WE'RE NOT PROMISED TOMORROW. And I know the media wants to say that Christian America is dead, but we still need Jesus. All of us. Everyday. Literally in Every way.
Also, on an unrelated note, I'm still working out the kinks of finding my newer blog voice, so bear with me.
All my love,