*waking up from a good dream with that good feeling that comes from good dreams.
         *cocoa
         *hugs
         *banana paraphernalia (chips, smoothies, ice cream....)
         *knowing that I am understood.
         *good pens/pencils
         *writing down my thoughts
         *serving
         *conversations of the deep sort.
         *spending time with those that I love.
         *a cleansing bunch of noise once in a while
         *quiet the rest of the time
         *blogging my lil heart out
         *understanding
         *noticing the little things that generally don't matter.
         *being just a little bit different
         *pretending to be a poser

"You must do the things you think you cannot do."
-Eleanor Roosevelt.

This is straightforwardly me.

Knee!! Been too long.

Post graduation life is scary to consider! It hits that you're leaving the life you've known since you were 5. You're no longer learning, now you have to go out and "DO". I know I had withdrawals once I wasn't back in classes at the start of the next semester. Best of luck to you in all of it!

Actually, there was a study done on college students who felt angry. Half the group were given pillows to punch, the other half were left to sit and think. Then they were all told to write a letter in response to the person who made them angry. The pillow punchers' letters were shown to be far more aggressive, more threatening and violent in nature than were the letters written by those given a little time to cool down.

So, reinforcing your anger defeats the intention, which is to "get it out". Actually you make it far worse.

And yes, I do actually sound a bit like Hermoine Granger here, but it's still all true. Best advice, give yourself a time-out to think it over before speaking of the matter.

And when you think about it, what kind of a Christian you are is really between you and God, strictly. Never feel ashamed of falling short. If God wanted us to be perfect today, we certainly would be.

Interesting way of describing God...hmm.

Put in a way I've never thought about: the ultimate co-dependency? or do you mean the opposite: the ultimate in detachment? Either way, a fresh metaphor.

P.S. Why did I--the queen of clutter--just HAVE to fall in love with a guy who is soooooooooooooooo organized and comes within a hair of ironing his socks and underwear (and it wouldn't surprise me if I found out that he actually DID do that)?

Because he just happens to be such a precious and wonderful person that just the thought of him takes my breath away and makes me melt into a pool of tiger butter!

Because, in short, he's a treasure! He's my knight in shining armor!

Yep! I've definitely got a major case of spring fever--and it's not even spring yet!!!