Underscores

Hey! So. I woke up this morning with a heavy feeling. If I hadn't worked today, it might have consumed me. It was more of the same; no need to verbalize the sensations. But I sorted through it. Or it sorted through me? Either way.

Anyway, so I'm thinking about ambition and goals and how you can spend all your time dreaming of who you'll be, but who were you while you dreamed?

I'm doing my laundry, washing my sheets. Drinking water. Cleaning my kitchen. Adult-esque things, yes? Maybe? Dusting off the ol' Ingrid mp3s. "I want to change the world; instead, I sleep." All we can do is keep breathing.

I'm looking forward to so much! An entire week at the beach with the family and friends. Friends visiting. Asheville with Becky! Motorcycle course. St. Louis. Chicago.

Man, I just.... just the prospect of travel calms me down. Knowing it will happen makes me want to shriek with glee. Into a pillow, so I don't frighten anyone.

I'm praying about L'Abri, Alaska, and Haiti. I'm praying about school, work, church, and love, and the absence of each, as they apply.

Like a certain favorite and recently very stressed-alternating-with-very excited roommate likes to remind me, you're only lonely if you consider yourself bad company. Or something like that? I don't want to be lonely anymore.

So I won't be.