Okay - let's say that I just feel a presence...it's like it's pushing on me. You know the way clouds look like they are doing to each other...they press together and then sort of become the same thing? Or maybe they just pass by...or maybe one envelopes the other...
Hmmmm...I think it might really be me...this presence...the me that I have always been and who I show to others but try to convince myself that I might not really be. I don't smoke and I don't cuss (most of the time) and I love God and I love Jesus and I love trees and I love to help people find themselves and I love doing things with and for others and I love hiking and I like to run :) and I don't want to have sex before I get married and I don't understand most things that people do and I love drinking Guinness and I love eating my steak medium rare and I love having real conversations and I love eating rabbit turd ice and I love crocheting BUT for so long I have believed that I still had something to prove. I don't. I am me. I laugh too loud and I smell after I run and I have bunions and I am not married but I look forward to what each day has for me. I screw up more things than most people know and I eat too much but that is me.