Hello Hurricane

Where I Belong

In the moment of surrender, I know my cause.

So I've graduated...

Wow. Where do I start? It's been a crazy year, but I've survived. That's a testimony in itself. I've never been further away from my comfort zone than in 2011, but I rolled with it and came out of the other side... stronger? slightly less self-conscious? more mature? I guess if I have to put a word to it, it'd be different. I came out of the other side different.

Was 2011 the best year yet? I would think so. I did all the things that I didn't want to do, so I won't have to do them this year. How's that for thinking ahead? The best part? It's over. It's 2012. We start over.

For once, I think I might switch things up and make resolutions.

Write more. Read more. Love people. Love God. Love myself. Obey the Word of God, for to obey is better than sacrifice. Listen to more music. Sing along. Draw when inspiration hits, not for the sake of drawing. Stop pretending to know more about photography than I actually do. Ditto art. And music. Stop being pretentious, period. Follow my heart and not my head. Follow God. Stop doing things I hate. Do what I want. Thank God. And mean it. Be strong. Know my values. Live them. Write daily. Record my thoughts. Check up on head health daily. No zoning. No willing things away. Live in the present. Face reality. Give thanks for the here and now. Ask God for wisdom daily. Ask God for vision daily. Talk to God more. Hi God! Smile. Smile more. Keep the faith. Be the joy. Say what I mean and mean what I say. Write a novel. Find my place in this world.

Not necessarily in that order.

You makes me rest in fields of green by quiet streams

Trying to contain the nuclear explosion that just went off in my head. BOOM! I've got just over 2 million things running through my mind, starting with employment and that's just the tip of the ice berg. The little darling's nervous.

I need some guidance. Daddy?

Listening to Simple Plan makes me feel like a teenager again. Teenage angst.

Words

I just consumed a Quarter Pounder in words, with large fries and a shake. And I can't be happier.

Hiatus

I went on a two-year long hiatus and have now lost the plot altogether. Where do I start?

I found love. It's not quite how I imagined it'd be. But this is love as it should be. Yet, I find myself  cheating on love with second best. I really don't know what I'm doing. I guess I suddenly remembered who I am. I recently reclaimed the words, the pictures, the moving images and the soothing sounds, but not without obvious ramifications. One of which, you are now reading while I try to navigate into a better head space with Radiohead's High and Dry playing in the background. Lord, help me. I don't know why I'm fighting anymore.

Also, my uncle died. I don't know what to feel. And on some levels, I don't think I do.

Mad season. It won't be hard to will it away, but I don't want to just cover a untreated wound with a bandaid and hope that it'll go away somehow. You know what I mean?

I guess what I'm trying to say is, where do I end and you begin?

Prayer

All the things I want to say, but couldn't find the words.

He's alive, now I'm alive

Everything comes alive in our lives as we lift You higher.

Ask me what I did today

I drew a mustache on myself and took pictures.

Why?

Because I can.

A bad case of the whimsies

To anyone who's keeping tabs, I'm still working on the same essay.

I'm down with a bad case of the whimsies. My secret dream wish is to spend the day cavorting with wild ponies.