I don't know what I'm doing, but I know why.

It happened in the shower one night on this business trip as I contemplated this thing and that. In the midst of that was a need to purge some things and some ways I connect to others. So I did. I'm nervous and I am curious as to what it will cost, but more than any of these things, I am done with it.

I only have to wait two weeks more before it is entirely complete.

I still attempt to work through things with Morgan. I am still sad, hurt, and angry. He is trying to repent, so I make effort to forgive as well. It makes no sense. He wants us to move on from this much faster than I am willing and mostly because he regrets the outcome of the last three months. What I have to constantly explain is that my healing is tied to what he wishes to avoid; it is because of his actions that we cannot simply move on together. I will take time and he will have to treat me gently.

Joe has moved into the military. I may never hear from him again while I live. I've already made my peace with this.

I hate my part in sales less with time, but I wonder about this thing inside of me that screams for the world when I seem to be stuck in Athens for now.

I will wait, listen, and wait again.

I want to go back and shorten or delete many things I've written. They don't matter as much now and maybe they never did.