Not sure why I feel like talking about this, buckle in for some gruesome analogies that make absolutely no sense.
I am sure if you know me this will be just another "Abigail" moment and you will walk off shaking your head. If you don't know me - well, I feel for you. You just wasted part of your life - reading the jumbled up thoughts of my brain.
I have in the past craved to be passionate about something - something/anything to be truly passionate over.
I have come to the conclusion that I am matchfire (compared to roaring flames or dying embers - lol) passionate about two things and bonfire passionate about one. Writing and people top out my list of burning candle-wick loves. While the raging inferno goes entirely to my Lord and Savior (okay, to be real - right now it is just a camp fire but in the past it has been a California wild fire, and it is not for lack of Him trying).
It is hard to feel anything right now except numb. Sometimes it seems, I am basically on autopilot. I never used to wish for days to go by, but now I find myself living for Thursdays - the last day of school for the week.
Phantom of the Opera soundtrack is raging through my brain as I remember what it was like to be passionate.
This week was amazing. God really took care of some things that were bothering me, and helped me turn some disasters into good. I am so grateful for everything He did.
There is not enough skipping in my life. And probably not enough "happy dances". Life is not worth living if there isn't any dancing going on.
I am excited though - because tomorrow is a new unwritten day and I have already penciled in at least one awkward dance moment.
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Make sure someone is around to join in with you in your awkward dancing!!!!
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