As I was driving to work today I started thinking about all the things I'd left undone in my life. Relationships, life issues, school projects. All of these together make up some jacked up patch quilt that has done nothing but leave me cold and lonely for so long. The monster under my bed is fear, and it's kept me from finishing things. I'm tired of eating the rare done meat of life, thinking time will change things. It doesn't work, though, because I end up sick every time.
I'm ready for my soul to be well. Been ready for a long time. I've been balancing on one foot as the other prepares to take the step into big girl-hood, but my apprehensions keep me back and unsteady.
I ready to partake in some well done meat. Can you stop by and help me cook?
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