it’s all coming together

Work is work, the boyfriend is finishing up this semester soon (and will hopefully have a good review), things with the parents are back to normal (my mom’s nagging is so minimal its unbelievable), the 3-hour-a-day commute has become routine, and somehow, even my house feels warmer now (truly mindblowing). If only I could get back on track with God (seriously), find decently-priced black boots, and lose 10 pounds (i’m starting to hate the subtle belly i have), life would be divine. I mean, things COULD be ideal but now is not the time to complain given the fact that the economy’s not doing well, I have a roof above my head and a job, my health and youth, family and friends.

I haven’t heard from Augustina in a looong time, ever since I sent her that package I wonder what’s up with that? I hope she’s healthy and doing well…

Seriously though, about the getting back on track with God thing.

thoughts

I stick to small notepads because I fear not filling up an entire large page.

Often, I question how honest and truthful my experiences of God have been. Holding onto my moments of clarity are becoming like grasping at a fading dream, moments after waking up. Could it just have been hormone imbalance?

I’m grateful for sunlight to illuminate the day and for water… to wash away the nasty fish smell of the Soho streets.

Day 2 begins. “Watch out, fresh meat coming through!”