Echo

God sat with me on a hill tonight. We picked dandelions apart and He said we could do it forever. That we're in no hurry. That He'd teach me everything I need to know about not being in a hurry.

I don't know where I'm gonna go after this, but I'm not going to search for it anymore.

I'm going to sit on this hill, pick the dandelions apart, and enjoy the company.

And my computer is going to die, so I'm going to watch another movie. Oh, but first, this rumination: Life is heavy. We search for someone to make it lighter, but it's easy to forget that life is ours to make lighter for them. Give them half of your load, but carry half of theirs. Don't worry; you're strong enough to carry a whole. Remember?

Misc.

some facts about me, as I understand them?

I am wearing a secondhand baseball jersey. Grayson Buckeyes. red. Miller, #9.
I froze a bowl of clementine slices. they taste like tiny citrusy jewels; I am a genius.
I am living my last teenaged week, and I'm trying not to think about it.
I don't feel anxious at all, except when I wonder why I suddenly stopped feeling anxious
I miss sweater season already.
The new Blogger interface tells you all about your page views and readership, and I have readers in Alaska! HEY ALASKA:)!

I mean, that's pretty exciting. I love Alaska. back to the facts--I want to live in Alaska.
I look for dealbreakers like they're colorful, plastic, candy-filled eggs.
I am shockingly capable of keeping my room spotless.
I love little twinkly Christmas lights. I would light a whole house with them if I could.
I want to be a writer. I don't know how to do it.
I love how my room smells while my windows are open.
I am going to learn how to ride a motorcycle.
I hope I pet an elephant one day.

Danke, Darlin'

I've never thanked my commenters, but I need to. You're the only ones with the care and courage to respond to what I say, and really, I write for you.

Thank you.

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