I swear if I just try hard enough, my brain will quiet the hell down and let me concentrate on the same thing for an entire hour. So far today my personal best is... twenty minutes, maybe?
Yesterday I got an emergency phone call from my aunt. Two, actually -- one about the emergency and a second to let me know everything was fine and not to panic. (A relative was in hospital and is fine now. No worries.) In the interim I discovered my faith hasn't withered away; it just took a breather while I had a good life. Turns out that I can still do this praying thing but good, full of thanks for everything that has gone so well.
It has, too. I live a charmed life. I have a jarful of little insecurities, but they are microscopic compared to the world at large or even this self-same girl eight years ago. Hell, four years ago. I came across some chat transcripts from 2003, and how the fuck my friends did not slap me purple for my idiocies, I'll never know. Perhaps they have super putting-up-with-Ree powers. I'm quite glad of it in any case. Thanks, gang.
I'm fairly sure I had some minor quibble I wanted to rant about, but I went and reminded myself how inconsequential it would have been. Something about roleplay, I think? Yes, silly indeed.
I think I could go another couple pages of schoolwork before my brain sputters again. Better try then.