My feet keep pulsating. I feel blood coursing through them more so than usual in the midst of my body's efforts at ridding itself of this pesky flu bug. Kudos, God, on creating a magnificent and self-sustaining machine.
School has been ongoing for two weeks now but it already feels like a month. Not that I should be or have a right to be complaining. Time going by quickly is just another sign that I'm staying busy. Always a good thing. The last thing my restless mind needs is ample free time to brew unhealthy thoughts, foster worry and stress, or manufacture its own personal brand of over-the-counter negativity.
In the past few months I've managed to make unbelievable mistakes and effectively disappoint the people who care about me. It sickens me to think that I let myself hurt the ones I love.
Now I have a compulsion to redeem myself and let time heal what I foolishly broke. Let God take over and repair the wounds. Let simplicity govern and love propel me. Let perspective guide my actions. And most importantly, stay focused. Tie all these special ideas together with a ribbon called prayer and refuse to let go of what I know to be true.
Well.... I've reached that point in my blog again where I my feet start lifting off the ground and my words become more and more generic but no less personal. I doubt anyone minds if, for once, I don't write about things like my dorm building flooding or seeing Cirque du Soleil over Christmas break or buying the new Kanyé album or loving the fact that Miss Arkansas did ventriloquist yodeling for her talent in the Miss America pageant.
