A friend asked me recently if I am writing a Bible. I’ve thought about that a bit and yeah, that makes sense. Feel free to close this Bible if you like.. but, this feels like writing Psalms, I love it, and I have thousands of chapters of verses filled with needs to express my day (after being a former Jesus freak). I need to talk to someone I trust and it might as well be meYou. Except, who are You and do I trust me in that equation?
The true story is that I’m not sure about writing a Bible about my own life, but self trust or developing a “trust me!” feeling can be complicated. Still, this complicated world keeps getting simpler and that’s the beauty of it. In this appreciative State, I feel like I’m getting the hang of it. I’m not totally sure how it happened, but I figured out my boundaries and something changed in my own movement. Drama free most days, not much bothers me anymore. Spilled coffee, lost balls, dog sores, cancer, car accidents, men who want to touch me too much (or not enough) – eh, whotever. If I’m still alive, I’ve probably moved on from any hurt feelings and so should You. Still, if the story sticks, I may need to keep writing to You about it until it’s gone. So should you (to me).
Now… I listen to music and vision my future. True story. Enough of all that previous mess that I created before. It’s all still there if you want to see all the intricate layers of this story.