sometimes the chasm between who i am and who i want to be seems insurmountable. i'm not losing hope. i'm not. i promise. it's just that i have this heart, and it can be so very fickle and selfish.
and Lord, how can i display your character to the world when i'm sick in bed all day? good health would be much appreciated.
i may go try to venture from the cocoon of tissues and sheet music and fuzzy pink blanket that i've wrapped myself inside of all day. i'm listening to "imagine" by the glee cast to work up my courage. and guilty pleasure listening has never felt so good.
another dose of nightquil tonight. maybe a 9:30 or 10 pm bedtime?
...i'm ready to be well again.