Blog-readers... I guess I could be a little un-mundane and tell you something I never realized until earlier today. My friend in high school... Daniel, was his name. He was probably my best friend, but I was so interested in trying to be popular, (never really succeeded.. A.D.D. probably had a hand in that) that although we had the most in common and most fun hanging out, neglected really spending time with him as much as I could have... I took his sister to the prom, though we went as friends (she was cute) and then she died in a tragic car accident a few years later.
I sat next to him at the funeral.. but I honestly can't remember doing much with him. I wish I had, because shirking the idiocy that comes with trying to be something you're not brings a nugget of self-respect. Who knows.. I may have ended up doing something, instead of chasing what I thought I should have been doing. So here I am, barely having finally pulled free of the riptide dragging me away from shore. Finally having broken free, I'm no longer treading water, but swimming toward a shore I know to be just over the horizon. I do not know the shore yet, or what it looks like, but I know it's there, and it's time to stand on solid ground. I've been bobbing to and fro, mouth barely catching the surface, for far too long.
Thanks be to God alone who has given me the strength to keep my head above water in this mess. He's pulling me out and pointing me in the right direction. The shore is there, I just need to get on land.
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