flying again?

"for a long time,  she only flew when she thought no one else was looking."

my life is in jumbles. 

mix matched, missing pieces, and unfamiliar. 

and good.

sometimes "good" is hard recalled. 

more easily:

hard.

strange.

hurting.

falling apart.

but really? good. this is good.

I have had an ellipsis on so many areas that I have worn trenches in the circles I have wandered...  waiting to see if that story was unfinished. waiting to see if it had room to grow.  um. nope.

now there are periods. new sentences. new paragraphs. new pages. new books. new paths. new uncharted direction.  new adventures. new good moments. new doors. new opportunities. new ways to prove Him right, when I had settled that, maybe, He was wrong.  new people. new. new. new.  

I get scared. 

I worry.

I get scared that I did not worry enough... and perhaps THAT was the reason everything changed.  worried that that could be the reason He does not follow through on His promises.  

His promises are "yes" and "amen" and whatever that means... I know it is good. and I am going to hold onto that. even if I have no idea what exactly it is I am holding on to. 

I am holding on to Him. and the fact that He has only good for me. and if that was not good, when I thought it was... or at least it was good enough. then imagine what His good for me is. shoot-dang. 

so, here we go. into uncharted territories. off to new horizons. into new situations. 

up... up... and over there.  flying. even when others may stare. 

sometimes i throw up.

I have an infection on my face.  

It was making me throw up... a lot.  

It hurts and makes me question things. 

Don't worry. I know God is God.

I just am unsure of what that really means, sometimes. 

Who is He to ME, again?

I used to throw up every day. 

not bulimic.

just sad and confused. 

I was in first grade. 

Who has He been to me? 

I know I know this one...

but sometimes I need a reminder. 

just waiting on the reminder, right now. 

I know the flash card will pop up, soon... be flipped over... the answer shown. 

but for now, my answer is (D) none of the above. 

today.

Today:

was told by 5 different people at 5 different separate times, that I looked like crap. thanks. jerks.

was told, while crying about the above statement: "it is time for us both to move on. you need to quit this." insensitive. jerk.

phone was disconnected. jerks.

realized that NONE of my clothes fit me like they did oh... two months ago. skinny jerks.

today life sucked. 

if you could, life, I would appreciate a better tomorrow. thanks. 

maybe tomorrow i will be the life of the party... and the one checked out from across the street... instead of being the fat 'tard sitting next to you. 

[I am trying to reduce my potty mouth. but for those who are not worried about your potty mouths, the word "jerk" may be substituted for other more appropriate descriptions.]

a summer lullaby

rested in the lull of an oscillating fan.

walked, barefoot,  through the neighbor's sprinkler that was set for after my bed time. 

smelled the rainless moisture in the warm summer air. 

searched for a stray fire fly.

enjoyed the company of castor and his brother pollux.

contemplated an evening bike ride. 

summer. it has been a long time since we were friends. but i am glad you came back for me. i guess i missed you after all.  see you in the morning. 

Love,

pig-tailed with shorts. 

here we go.

lost 2 point something r other pounds. 

thought I would have gained... been so nervous about this weight thing n all, that I have only eaten... and not so much worked out. so. here we go. off to working out. not now. it is 11:15 pm. but tomorrow. 

what was the day again?

Yesterday was Father's Day.

I was bitter and tried to avoid the day all together.  but didn't make it.  I watched fathers and kids... I painted their faces and took fun photos while they played.  I hid behind the camera and watched a life I did not have.  

I only teared up once.  I tried to forget many times. I forgot to call dad and felt guilty. 

But some day. it will be my life. it will be my family. and he will be a wonderful father to them. 

until then, I will hang out with my dad a couple of times a year, and try to forget. and move forward. we are better. I know. I know. I know. 

I don't think it odd most of the time. I simply do not know what to do with a day of honor, gratitude, and thanks.  the cards don't fit. the cards don't fit many. I got a blank card and am yet to fill it in. 

we are better. thanks dad. good times. see you later. love adana.  

ok. I teared up twice. 

make a wish

I was walking down town the other night.

There was a cute family with two small children standing in a parking lot.  One of the children, the little girl, had a balloon tightly clenched in her fist.  The little boy had already released his, and watched as it floated up into the evening's clouds.  

The parents were talking their daughter into letting go of her red treasure in exchange for a wish.  She thought hard and finally loosened her grip.  proclaiming "I wish to grow up!"  

I bet her parents wished they had let her keep the ballon and save that wish for a later date, perhaps a few years down the road.  I guess the car was too full for red treasures that day. 

It made me a little sad.  Yet, I still wish to grow up, too.