I have never felt more aware and confident in who I am than I did this morning sitting by myself in a crowded church on Easter Sunday. To quote my pastor, “If the resurrection of Jesus Christ isn’t everything, then it’s nothing.” It is the foundation of the Christian faith, which is the foundation of me.
"For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God" -1 Corinthians 1:18
"If you’ll be my soft and sweet I’ll be your strong and steady You be my glass of wine I’ll be your shot of whiskey You be my sunny day I’ll be your shade tree You be my honeysuckle I’ll be your honey bee”
I’m such a sucker for this wonderfully romantic junk.
I hate dreaming. I would much rather waking up feeling as if I slept like a rock. I don’t like waking up with stories in my head that feel as if they’ve happened but didn’t.
Last night I had a bad dream about hanging out in some random people’s driveway. I went into the backyard to change in to my swimsuit and there was a little girl calling the cops on us. The rest of the dream was spent being wanted by the cops and driving around and hiding from the cops and from the little girl and her grandma. It sounds stupid but it was stressful. Thankfully I woke up in the middle of the night.
When I fell back asleep I had a dream about going to lunch with Meagan and Lisa. The waiter was really pushy and rude and kept trying to sell us things from a magazine. I was trying to defend him even though he wasn’t a nice person. He was also my hair stylist.
I remember a third dream too - Darwin Deez was playing in a coffee shop and my dad bought me a ticket. I didn’t want to go alone but somehow Katie got the last ticket so we rushed in and a ton of my old residents were in there wearing their Juice Club sweatshirts…even ones who don’t have one in real life. I think I was wearing mine too. Katie was in a wheel chair before the concert so I tried to carry her on my back the whole time but I couldn’t. Then I got lost in the crowd.
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”—Dead Poets Society (1989)