Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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The night is young and so am I;
as I sit in the middle of this space listening to songs in languages that aren’t my first. A show I watched yesterday told me something only I could hear. It said something along the lines of: I’m so fixed on this idea I have for my life, what I…
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I’m already off to a bad start
8AM with Mac in my ears telling me things I already know. How will I ever get by without such experiences. It’s early and there’s nothing to say other than its morning. I think it’s time to wake up now.
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In the early light
the rain quenches a long parched soil. Pain awoke me more than once through the night and I somehow still managed to bring myself to the day. I imagine this being a slow one. One of comfort and pace. Wherever you are may not feel the same but that of…
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A Public Testimony
Someone told me something today that I didn’t want to hear. I didn’t want to hear it because if I heard from anyone outside myself, it would make it all the more real. And it did. I’ve been slacking. I know it. There’s nothing to deny. And yet the more…
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I was
I was gonna write something I was supposed to clean my altar I was going to talk to You today I was gonna go to the gym I was going to read my book I was gonna lay down. Instead I almost tripped you you were mad—–for whatever reason I…