anyone who says they have nothing to write about is just lazy.
i tell this to myself, heaping condemnation onto my head, becoming my own mother.
i know she never believes this, but i wish i could be laura mallet, just for one day.
i am aware that i am living an adventure.
even now, sitting in my kitchen occasionally looking out onto the juxtaposition of gray sky and green grass, life is happening.
i dont need to go find it.
if one does not feel all of the joy and excitement and mystery that life can bring it is only because they have chosen to close their senses; because they have taken it for granted.
i tell myself this, wondering what i will do today, if i will hold open my eyes to see the glory of God in all that i thought to be mundane or if i will continue to complain that nothing ever happens to me.
i dont need an adventure
i need to realize and explore the adventure i am in.
i dont need to do anything. i dont need to make anything happen. God has made me and this day to coincide perfectly.
and i am enjoying it immensely.
8:21 a.m. - 2004-07-23
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