Tuned in, turned on.
Blogging when I should be in bed.
(First I was feeling run-down and battling anxiety attacks. Now the flu is trying to take hold.)
Eager to shake off the naivete.
Thinking that if I was Catholic at the very least, I would have been a nun by now.
But I’m Protestant, so I have no excuse. 
I mean…I do…But lately I’ve been questioning some of what I’ve been holding true to. Especially in the realm of self-denial. (No, not just sex. I’m thinking about life in general.)
How much more of my life am I going to miss?
How will I stay true to all that I’ve ever known and loved?
Only time will tell…
