Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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It’s Tuesday and I didn’t write yesterday
I didn’t write yesterday even though I tried. My morning filled my time and the night brought me no words. Instead I pondered the idea of writing for someone else and how that could be. I want to make money off writing yet I do it as if it were…
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What are these times?
I said I’d write so here I am. And though it’s on my schedule every week, I’m writing this because I have to. Because I said I would. It’s almost 8:30PM where I am and I’m sitting at the edge of my bed waiting… for a sign. My love is…
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My first week in my new home
It’s my first week in my new home and I couldn’t feel more content. As any other Monday, I awoke at 5:30AM; my love Haku, laying next to me in slumber. I made coffee because it’s a cold and foggy day and I think of the clouds that surround the…
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As I awake in my somewhat new home,
I watch the drizzle of rain start and stop outside my window. Today’s my first day living somewhere new and although I’m not completely done with the action, today feels like the first day of my new life. I have a lot of my belongings sitting outside under tarps and…