Hi. It's 11:05 PM. Still Wednesday 29.
Tonight was great. I should so be sleeping. I really want to write. I do, but I don't. And I'm an idiot, drinking more coffee at bedtime. Past bedtime. And I'm sitting right by the doorway to write. I don't feel like being orderly. Prepare for random thoughts. *note to self: fire at will!*
Sometimes I feel so full of love - or maybe joy- or maybe both- that, and I feel like there's this... this happy feeling pressure, and if I were to manage any more joy or love, I might pop it. Sounds weird, huh? But sometimes, I really do wonder; if I am so brim-full of joy and love, how will I ever bear the extra joy (and love) once I meet "the One." (I don't like "the One", or "Mr. Right", or "future spouse" or "mate" or "partner"....so.... what's left?! -OH! Prince! My Prince. I'll have to remember that.
~ As Princess Caitlin, I hereby declare that my future husband, though yet unknown, shall henceforth be referred to as "My Prince", "Prince Charming," or other such Princely endearment. Thank you. ~
But I'm not done rambling.
So, I'm sitting there on the beach; gonna pray for my daily prayer list people as I look out on the beautiful, powerful, complex, majestic ocean. But, I found it very hard to ignore the totally engrossed lovers right in front of me. *note to self: making out in a public place may possibly distract someone, cause them to stumble, annoy, or flat out offend them. Thanks for listening.* Um... yeah. These people were having a good time, just floating along in the ocean, totally oblivious to everything else... I decided to just close my eyes and listen to the beautiful, powerful, complex, majestic ocean. Ha ha...
There's so much more to write!! This has taken exactly 20 minutes, and 1/3 of my mug of coffee.
