Again for the first time...

It was when I was driving back to the Valley of Death through the rain with the second intermission of the Shark's game perfectly lining up with the fifteen minutes or so that I don't get radio reception when I realized for the millionth time in the past couple years that despite the fact that this isn't where I want to be I'm having such a good time. Just being alive. I don't always thank You for the rough days and the hard times in my life, even though I should. I like who I am and what I do and where I am in my life. The struggles are what make the good times good. And I'm not just saying this just because the Sharks won as I was parking in the drive way.

I haven't posted anything on this site for a very long time. Even being here typing this brings me back to memories and states of mind that I wouldn't be able to remember otherwise. I'm still kind of stuck between whether or not I want to make a big deal about blogging here again. I probably won't. If you're reading this (which I think you are) you can leave a comment if you want but you don't have to. It'd be nice. And then I could know who's reading stuff that I write.

I enjoy spending time up in the canyon. I like being in Patterson, too, even though I still feel really out of place and unaccepted there. It takes time and I know that. It's late and I have to be awake sometime before 5:45 tomorrow to catch a train to get to class on time.

Every single moment
whether sleeping or awake
is Your creation
and what You made is good...