Sat down a few hours ago and almost wrote out a journal that was a little too personal. I looked it over for a while and decided that sometimes we are better off when we don't tell the world our exact thoughts. In summary though, I had a rough day. Physically my job is very demanding, but today my head was swimming and busy and just messed up. I got messed up by one of my mentors. He gave me a call in response to my request and we talked for all we could, both of us being at work and all. I know he's right, and it kills me. So for the next while I'm going to be silent and still and try to wrestle with God for a bit. It'll be fine because all of my roommates are gone for the weekend (or month) and it'll give me some time just to focus.
Gotta leave work at work and home at home. I made a bunch of careless mistakes today that didn't really damage anything but the clock, and I know better.
Focus. I went to the golf course down near the old Pembroke House tonight on my bike. It's warm out, but when you're out in the open air it still feels cool and chill on your skin. I got there and I walked for a while. The moon was half out, but it was almost too bright to look at with full eyes. There were crickets and cicadas too. Probably the only place they hang out right now being that it's so dry. Humid still, but hard dry dirt. It was a stunning scene. An angel made of water sprinklers was kneeling on the green with huge wings spanning from one side of the rough to the other. The bright moon hit through the water droplet wings and set it to silver. And me? I laid down on the flat of a freshly cut down oak stump and looked up at the sky through the branches of some trees near by. It was a short conversation, but God met me there.
I knew Viking and Stuffy were somewhere at the course riding bikes. They had left earlier while I was watching a movie and I parked next to them. I figured if I bumped into them then I would, but I knew they would probably call me if they got back to the car first and saw my bike there. That's what ended up happening. Then we came back here.
Oh, and in other news, my bicycle was stolen today. Jokes on them though. The back tire was completely flat and so I guess they thought it was just out of air. No no no, the bike tire exploded quite brutally, so much to their chagrin, the pump they stole with the bike will avail them not. Oh... and if they even bother to spend the money to buy a new tube, only one gear on the bike works, and it's the hard one. In short, I'm glad they stole my bike. It's poetic justice at it's finest. They will have to work almost as hard to fix the bike as they would have had to in order to earn the money to buy a bike of greater value.
Anyways, I need some sleep now. Tomorrow is Friday and payday and the day I get to try and figure out how I will spend my weekend. I want to go fishing.
Peace and love.
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