idea

I got the idea for a regular blog (not just a random "note" on Facebook) when detailed and interesting descriptions about a feeling or feelings on a certain circumstance came to my head today. I then remembered how frequently this happened to me. If anyone knows me to a even a small extent it won't take them long to figure out that I love words. I love their look, sound, and resonance as they are spoken. I relish imitating accents for sheer accomplishment, and the need to get a running start for words like "acetaminophen" and "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis". Ha.
Today was what I could easily refer to as "day T+3" (think of rocket launches, "in T minus 10, 9, 8"), as if this moving was more like a rocket launch. Like moving forward. Like a good thing. But as I turn it over in my head, there's really nothing I can compare it to. A runner-up analogy I thought of would be the contemporarily unnoticed transition on the calendar between years B.C. and years A.D., but I have quite drastically been preoccupied with my feelings and fears (my sister had grounds to ask me if I was bored despite their HDTV, hundreds of DVDs, Dish, XBox 360, high-speed internet, location in the middle of town near six flags and everything else you can imagine) and clinging on for dear life. As I was taking a shower, and furiously exfoliating with my usual facial soap, the thought came to mind that I was trying to scrub Waco off of my face. Not that I had an entire city's worth of dirt in my pores. But my soul definitely did and does. My soul is junky. If only it were that easy; if only Clinique came up with something with the power of Jesus that didn't involve any more of His suffering than a 3-step daily program.
Oh, and good luck reading my random thoughts.