Another crackberry post. Anyway, the extremity of life is over my head and has been for the past 8 months. I don’t know, either an on and off switch has flipped. It has made me look at my life through an extremely picky microscope, going through a lot of yes and nos, is or isn’t, can’t vs won’t, and black or white. Basically, I didn’t want any gray areas, regardless of how complex life was.

I wanted a clear-cut life, where everything was organized and everything had a rule, a law, and an order. What I failed to realize is that my request was very difficult, yet impossible.

No matter what, this way of life was going to be difficult. If Christ’s life was not simple, how can I ask for simplicity? I guess exhaustion rears its ugly head after 23 years, 2 months, and 1 measley day.

Penny for random thoughts?