This weekend has been a gift. Sometimes painful. Sometimes refreshing. I've written in my journal quite a bit and tried to be in touch with the real me and what my spirit is saying to me. I've
been alone. Completely alone. By choice. My spirit has longed for this.
I go between relishing in these times and hating these times. It's hard and I feel the need to nap. . . a lot. I'm opening myself up to the possibilities before me. Why is it we have to be vulnerable to be able to experience the next big "peg of growth?"
God, you're stuck with me,