Desperation at Dennys
::No words… just start to write::. School starts soon and I am so very excited about my classes (that and perhaps because graduation is but a semester away). I am beginning to find this truer with every second that passes: “The only thing that stands between a person and what they want from life is often the will to try it and the faith to believe it’s possible.” -Rich Devos
I was out ill from the 25th through the 27th and had a lot of much needed down time. Spent hours at the library and checked out The Mountains of Kilimanjaro- Hemingway… (I really loved the part when he’s half dead, filled with regret about everything he hadn’t written because he didn’t think he was good enough to write about it.) I do that a lot.
I wonder what I’ll think about when I lay there half dead; probably about feeling so lonely even in the most crowed of rooms… how quickly I have forgiven so many… how I’ve never regretted anything that made me smile… how I am horrible at keeping even those that hurt me the most at and arms length… How awkward I have feel in my own skin… That I jump even when a crash landing is foreseeable. This is one of those things that you’ll never really know until your there but maybe it’ll be like excepting an Oscar, I’ll be nervous, forget to thank a lot of people.
Here are little bits and pieces of the chewy nugget center of life and my sanctuary and some stuff I have manage to make.
I was out ill from the 25th through the 27th and had a lot of much needed down time. Spent hours at the library and checked out The Mountains of Kilimanjaro- Hemingway… (I really loved the part when he’s half dead, filled with regret about everything he hadn’t written because he didn’t think he was good enough to write about it.) I do that a lot.
I wonder what I’ll think about when I lay there half dead; probably about feeling so lonely even in the most crowed of rooms… how quickly I have forgiven so many… how I’ve never regretted anything that made me smile… how I am horrible at keeping even those that hurt me the most at and arms length… How awkward I have feel in my own skin… That I jump even when a crash landing is foreseeable. This is one of those things that you’ll never really know until your there but maybe it’ll be like excepting an Oscar, I’ll be nervous, forget to thank a lot of people.
Here are little bits and pieces of the chewy nugget center of life and my sanctuary and some stuff I have manage to make.