i want to be inhibited::emily::that::was::just::for::you!

Summer, summer, summer…

Hotness. Driving. Flying. Appointments. Insurance. Plasma. Road trips.

Getting up early. Sleeping in. Lunch and coffee dates with friends. Bike riding. Grocery shopping. Outdoor theatre in the park.

Being able to ride my bike to the grocery store! Super cool.

Packing and unpacking. Sweating like an animal. Tanning in the sun.

Seeing old friends. Making new ones. Making a new friend out of an old one, and new memories.

I went to Arizona just to go on a date with Will. A date that lasted 8 days and consisted of baking in the heat, seeing my family, swimming in the pool (and the lake), walking around the old ghost town of Jerome and just having an all-around lovely time with a very special person indeed.

Now I am back in Texas and gearing up for school – moved into a new house with three very lovely girls. I’ve done nothing the last few days but unpack and try to settle in, and catch up with my good old friend, Kristina Benham.

I’d like to find some way to describe my current state of being other than these simple events and facts and products of the dance between Happenstance and Providence that I call my life. Within the last few months some sort of metamorphosis has taken place. I used to worry. A lot. All the time, about anything and everything, and most of my anxiety was over something I could never quite put my finger on. Something has changed.

It would take too much explaining to tell you how, but if you feel like it, you can ask me sometime and I will tell you over coffee or on the phone. I like to talk about it. Writing about it seems too tedious (I just got done writing 6 single-spaced typed pages about it, and I still don’t think it makes very much sense. Maybe it would be better expressed through Haiku).

“Garth, I think that was like a haiku or something…”

Anyways, I love my life and I love the fact that I have so much peace right now that I don’t know what to do with my thoughts and energy, since I used to worry and now I don’t. What did all of this mental space clear up for?

She can laugh at the days to come.