Emotion

Sometimes i just don't know. Like i just don't know why it's already 2:09am and i'm still up. Well, i feel justified cos i started baking an apple crumble pie, peanut butter-oatmeal-choc chip cookies, and a bannana cake at 11pm, so by the time i'm fully cleaned up 3 hours later, that's not bad.

Last night i took my new 'window writers' from Crayola and wrote notes and bible verses to my 3 housemates on our living room windows...that was done from 2-2:30am. Seems i'm rather pensive and reflective at this time of the morning.

Except i wish i could cry. I haven't cried since Angola. I have so much built-up emotion that i would say it's worth the cry. Normally i would cry quite wonderfully in the safety and comfort of my own room...but i'm not sure if what i'm currently going thru is worth the cry....yet.

This past week, i've listened and journeyed with a few close friends as they've shared about their lives...and i feel both priveledged and blessed that they'd share it with me. I think I've been given perspective this week. But along with perspective comes emotional response. I've been doing alot of "sigh-ing" this past few days. I'm definitely being pushed out of my comfort zone....this probably doesn't make sense, but that's ok, i'm being vague and cryptic on purpose.