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​A LUMBERING SOUL
​BUT TRYING TO FLY

Sleeping in trunks and learning how to spell.

2/29/2012

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"Something is terribly wrong. I need to get out of here."

You are probably wondering where I am in this story. Well actually right about now you are probably wondering how I expected you to realize this is a story and not just a quote, and even more so this is a story about me. Well, reader, I have high expectations for you, so try and keep up will you? (That sounded mean once I typed it out, but I'm not a huge fan of backspace... I apologize.)

((Remember the ( )'s are whispers, they are my inner thoughts))

Back to the story at hand. "Where am I? Why is it all so dark, and why am I so light headed, and dizzy. I need to get out." So I crawl out of my trunk.

What?

Yes, I was trying to fall asleep in my trunk. Not smart. Especially when for the last  9 hours it has been filling up with exhaust and what not on your drive down to Nashville. I'm not going to bore you with the details of why I decided the trunk was a good place to sleep, but what I will tell you is that I believe several millions of brain cells died in those fifteen or twenty minutes I was back there. But hey, good thing I didn't fall asleep, who knows what would have happened then:

"Surprise!!! You're dead!"
 (i wouldn't have been a fan)

The reason I told you that story was because my brain isn't moving quite as fast as it used to, but maybe that's just a psychological thing. But if my writing is hard to follow you'll understand why.


Today, today was a hat day. It was one of those days where I woke up with plenty of time to get ready, but I just chose to stay in bed. I stayed there until I no longer had time to shower. And so my only solution was to wear a hat. I tried to cover up my blatant disregard for personal hygiene with a piece of fabric.

I don't know if I fooled anyone.

I think people can see through the facades more than we think. Actually I think we want people to see past our facades and the walls that we've erected. I think that we want to let people in, but we're just so scared of them leaving that rarely do we openly let people in.

Well I want to let people in. I want to be known.

I miss having a community that knows me. That really knows me.

So my next few blogs are going to just be about me.

Who I was.
How I got to where I am.
Where I am.
Where I want to go.

And I would really, and I mean really like to get to know you more.

To my closest friends, I apologize if I haven't always been deliberate about getting to know you. About knowing your stories, about hearing about your dreams. I would like to get to know you all more. That is, if you are down as well?


And as always, if there is a specific thing you have questions about, or would like me to write about, please just leave a comment. Anonymous it totally okay. I actually kind of miss those anonymous comments.

Goodnight. May the Lord bless you and keep you.

oh. p.s. you know what I learned this month?!

I learned how to spell February. I mean who really knew that and "r" came after the "b"?
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