oh gosh i forgot about that last post. I actually thought it was Beebs' and I was all interested while reading it, thinking "Me too!", until I realized that it was mine. Weird.

Restart: I am not okay.

Things are not okay. My life is not okay. I am not comfortable with where I am, with who I am, with what I want. I don't even know what I want. But, I know it's not this. I know, too, I don't want to be this person. I don't like this person: I keep reaching to the surface, pulling myself up, recognizing the now. I like diving down, I like settling in and sifting through myself, I like being deeper in moments than I am supposed to be. I like that side of me, and I don't have it anymore.

I'm sure that I'm around here somewhere, buried under the surface. I'm sure that I haven't misplaced myself completely. I am sure that I've lost myself so that, when I find myself, I'll be in a new and wonderful place that I couldn't have gotten to consciously. I'm sure of these things, kind of.

I like being a child of God. I like finding God in unexpected, ordinary places. Walking side by side with God, through the mundane and the extraordinary places, is my absolute favorite thing about being a human. Not that you could tell, lately. There is nothing that you could point to in my day that would let you in on that fact. Lately, I am a grasping and uncertain spirit. And somehow I've kept it expertly hidden because no one out here would tell you that about me.

I need myself back. I miss me. I need to regain my footing.