It’s raining and miserable in the District today. I need to cheer up. In honor of Precious, I am going to write everyday. –work doesn’t count–I’m writing just for me. Maybe not a 1000 word blog, but just something to improve my writing, to release, and to bolster my self-analysis.
“This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.” Sleep is evading me at the moment, as it often does when there is something in my heart that must be loosed, else I burst. Even with one more day remaining
It was a fairytale beginning, as these things often are. It was my second day at work and I was lost in D.C. with not a dollar’s worth of cash or a clue about direction. Cursing my sense of direction and armed with only an address, I scoured South East
‘”For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” –Jeremiah 29:11 Love. It’s the entire reason I uprooted my comfortable, southern Georgia existence and moved to the District that never