"That Feeling" playlist on 8tracks

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It's one of those days.  I dare you to read the above statement out loud, remove the feeling of excitement and humor at seeing something new and strange, and then you'd understand exactly how I feel.

I'm an inch worm away from jumping out a window.  I'm exhausted to the point of mania.  I'm so ready for a vacation.  The wanderlust has been creeping up for a few months already, and I've been ignoring it.

Big mistake.

Now it's 10x worse and seeping into every part of my life.  I feel the urge to run everywhere and slap people and venture into uncharted territory on every front.

I can't wait for the March adventure out to Barstow.  Even if I freeze and starve and there are no stars at all, I'll be glad to be somewhere new that's out of the city.

On another note, poopface laid out a pretty comforting proof (ish) to me the other night.  Basically, God=lover, Jesus=beloved, Holy Spirit=the loving. So basically, all together, they encompass every state of love. I realized that my church never addressed what exactly the Holy Spirit is in all my years there.

I've been considering the state of my spirit lately.  It's been neglected and, as a result, has atrophied.  It's not beyond repair.  I need to go to Soul Gym.

Spirit Dojo?

In my weird little analogy, Church is like the Beach.  You don't want to go unless you have your shit together.  No flabby bellies or love handles.  You have to be able to run through the sand to the crashing shoreline and not look like your great aunt's jello mold getting passed around at Christmas.

In order to get in Church-shape, I'm doing Pilates for my mind/body/spirit thing--asking the heavy questions, turning over every rock.  It's hard work, but it'll be worth it.  I need clarity of mind.  It's been too long since I experienced that.  And even then, it was only a false clarity--the headiness of youth.

At any rate, I should get back to work.