Okay, enough political talk for one week imo. I get sucked in and am forced to debate issues I don't even know where I stand on based on just my perspective - which generally leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. I want facts, I want citations, I want concise conclusions... which no one can actually provide lol.
I'm feeling pretty amazing right now. Some outstanding issues have recently been resolved for me, issues I didn't expect could actually be resolved. Now, I wonder how broad and general that sounds to everyone lol. But honestly, me being happy sure makes some lame posts on my blog, however I am keeping a documentation of my life sporadically in a private journal of sorts. It is turning out to be a non-linear journal. By that I mean the day I write it is not so important as the content. I am not writing for a future date, I am writing for now, and I am writing for tomorrow if I so need. It is a self help journal of sorts. I poor out my mind into the page to organize and read back to myself the thoughts I have, it has been revealing and immensely helpful. The freedom of having loose pages of thoughts that I can sift through to find a nugget of truth I can latch onto and find the groove in my mind to follow it towards the conclusion is an amazing thing. Knowing I have completed, and thoroughly documented thoughts down on paper about healing, and feeling complete is a treasure.
But such raw, honest, and almost sacred thoughts don't quite belong here, which I think everyone can agree. I leave them as unrefined as possible, because once I went back and edited, and reworded, and even fixed sentence structure... it wasn't the same, it didn't hold the same potency and I couldn't find the path in my words. My mind couldn't latch onto the refined work as easily because I had refined it at a moment when I wasn't feeling what I was when I originally wrote it. I don't know if this is really weird I do this I just realized, it's just my method I suppose. It just grew naturally, and I think that makes it right.
And every once in a while, something will slip out onto the page, and cause the puzzle pieces to come together and display the most amazing picture of love my Heavenly Father has for me.
-A
