Head down, hands full. I shuffle over the damp asphalt dodging the puddles and glancing back and forth for cars that might drive too close to the sidewalk. I tuck my portfolio a little tighter under my arm and shuffle faster. The contents of the case feels more precious to me than almost anything else at this moment. I get lost in thought as I imagine another student with head down bumping into me, sending the precious pages of my portfolio into the rainwater surrounding me. finally arriving at the car I heave a deep sigh and sit. I want to stay here. I want to sit and listen to the rain play a gentle melody on my windshield as I drift off to sleep. In my rearview mirror I can see a car idling, waiting for my parking spot. I sigh. There seems to be no rest. It is just as well though, I have to get to work anyways. Work drags on. I want to be present, involved, and energetic...but sometimes I feel as though I am just putting on the face, while inside all I want to do is sit alone for a moment. I wonder where these feelings come from. Perhaps a lack of sleep has gotten me to a state of some kind of mild delirium. I sigh as the clock ticks away. It is only 7:00 and I feel as though I will collapse at any moment. There are still things to be done. Clothes to fold, boxes to unpack, and Dracula is sitting next to me, the bookmark in the middle of a chapter. Sigh. I am grateful for the hope that tomorrow might be different. I am grateful for the chance I have to maybe look at something outside myself; to change my attitude, adjust my paradigm, and see the world in a new light. Maybe tomorrow will be different.
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Posted by edandme on 10:06 PM with No comments
Yesterday I was thinking about some people that I haven't seen in a while and I made a kind of sub-conscious commitment to get back in touch with them. Sad, but one of these people is my cousin. How I have gone this long not seeing or talking to him is beyond me. The other happens to be a good High School friend by the name of Devin Flory. When we both left on our separate missions we knew it would be a good four years before we would see each other again. After those four years we met up long enough for me to meet his wife and that was just about it. Today I called him. Best thing I have done in a while. We just talked about life, things that we were planning, things that we were hoping. I had forgotten how long it had been and somehow it was as easy as it had ever been to talk to him. Great guy that I hope I can somehow keep in contact with throughout the rest of my life even though it is practically guaranteed that we will live very far away from each other for the majority of our lives, I am so grateful that I was able to get back in contact with him.
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