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Not so pleasant.
You would think that after over a decade of consistently keeping a journal, I would realize when I’m grumpy that it’s most likely because I haven’t gotten to write in a few days. Somehow I always forget.
Well, on Wednesday I remembered and I made myself sit down with my notebook and a pen before I even got my hair under reasonable control for the day.
Mind you, my journals are not pretty and all poetic and well-written. They’re a mess. Sometimes I can barely read them. I write three pages, top to bottom of pure blabbery. There are days when I can write the entire three pages without ever completing a sentence. And I love it. It’s how I clear my brain of all the ridiculous gibberish that crams in there. It’s how I pray. It’s how I make room to pray.
And suddenly, after writing my three pages, I was fixing my hair and putting on clean clothes – not yelling at my webhost in my pajamas.
And I baked bread. In a clean white kitchen.
Ahhh…fresh bread and a clean white kitchen…
Oh, and P.S. – my fabulous web people emailed me this morning. They fixed the linking problem on my website, so now I can start putting all the images and text into my now functioning pages. Yay.
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cherice - mmm…yummy! you’re awesome, by the way. =)