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What a euphoric day. After waking up late, I grabbed a blt and french toast and pineapple for lunch and enjoyed the eating of it. Then it was shopping at Target with the girls and listening to Margeux read a story on the way back. I made some delicious hazelnut coffee when I got back and took it with me as I meandered outside with my orgo and english book. Never did I expect a January afternoon to be so gloriously sunny and warm and golden. Lulled by the spell of the shaded quad I read in perfect peace and companionship with Margeux and Annabelle and Lauren. Then, to dinner, and a delicious hamburger I got for my efforts. We all took our plates back to will rice and sat on the picnic bench and had a picnic. At this point Annabelle convinced me to play in the back to back coed flag games.
I walked to the fields sore from friday soccer and fully expecting to dislike the experience, but I am happy that I was wrong. It was so much fun, running and concentrating and being active. And having all my friends around me. Even Aaron took a break from wow to watch. I feel like I have this intense physical energy within me that, when restrained, builds into frustration and despondency. Oh but I let it all out tonight, having flag pulling contests with Genny and racing with Annabelle and giving those tight ends no break. Oh I could laugh for the mere joy of it, the running and flying, and O I have slipped the surly bonds of earth...
But now my whole body is weighed down by an overwhelming but beautiful fatigue. I am going to be so sore tomorrow, but I don't care. I never feel like I deserve the happiness with which my mind is often saturated. What do I do out of the ordinary, that I should be thus favored? I don't even do the things I SHOULD be doing, sins of omission if you will, but I am afraid I feel no guilt. And surely if I was wrong I would be nagged by my conscience? Maybe prayer really is a state of mind, and happiness and music the manifestation of it.
Or maybe I don't know what I am talking about. Nevertheless.
I walked to the fields sore from friday soccer and fully expecting to dislike the experience, but I am happy that I was wrong. It was so much fun, running and concentrating and being active. And having all my friends around me. Even Aaron took a break from wow to watch. I feel like I have this intense physical energy within me that, when restrained, builds into frustration and despondency. Oh but I let it all out tonight, having flag pulling contests with Genny and racing with Annabelle and giving those tight ends no break. Oh I could laugh for the mere joy of it, the running and flying, and O I have slipped the surly bonds of earth...
But now my whole body is weighed down by an overwhelming but beautiful fatigue. I am going to be so sore tomorrow, but I don't care. I never feel like I deserve the happiness with which my mind is often saturated. What do I do out of the ordinary, that I should be thus favored? I don't even do the things I SHOULD be doing, sins of omission if you will, but I am afraid I feel no guilt. And surely if I was wrong I would be nagged by my conscience? Maybe prayer really is a state of mind, and happiness and music the manifestation of it.
Or maybe I don't know what I am talking about. Nevertheless.