I feel like I’m about to have a case of extreme word vomit.
Or maybe it’s actual vomit, in which case, I apologize. Not to you. To my work laptop for accidentally puking all over it.
Sometimes, I get these surges of emotion that creep up through my stomach into my chest into my throat. There they linger until I give them permission to escape my lips. If I don’t give them the go ahead, the sit in my throat a wee bit longer before making their way into my head and swelling my brain and brain stem, throwing off my equilibrium, thus resulting in nausea.
Other times, I feel about as much as a piece of driftwood feels, which is nothing, because it’s dead.
To those of you tuning into my blog for the first time, stick around. Try out other articles. I swear I’m not Wednesday Addams.
My favorite color is yellow if that means anything.
I also believe in Jesus if that means anything.
I paused to text a friend back and I lost my train of thought, so I’m just going to share a quote that I stumbled upon on social media the other day. I immediately saved it to my phone because it made me feel something, and I like when that happens:
I am willing to sound dumb.
I am willing to be wrong.
I am willing to be passionate about something that isn’t perceived as cool.
I am willing to express a theory.
I am willing to admit I’m afraid.
I’m willing to contradict something I’ve said before.
I’m willing to have a knee-jerk reaction, even a wrong one.
I’m willing to apologize.
I’m perfectly willing to be perfectly human.
And perfectly human is what I will be.