The past month has been one long life lesson.  There are certain things that I take for granted…and I’ve learned, the hard way, once again, that things are not what they appear to be.

I’ve learned that the words that I write bear a heavy responsibility.  People have been hurt by my words…people who I never intended to hurt.  

I’ve learned that my heart is deceitful.  Very very deceitful.  My heart continues to go where it has no business going.  My problem is that I don’t know that I don’t want it to go there.

I’ve learned that I have a highly addictive personality.  I need to protect myself from myself.  30 minutes turned into 4 hours and 30 minutes the other night.  

I’ve learned that the deepest part of my soul yearns for connection…with people, with a church, with God.  I value alone time more than your average person.  I just don’t need to be around people constantly.  However, I do yearn for a connection to something greater than I.  

I’ve discovered that I am compatible enough with a few people–very few people–to spend 8 hours together and still want to spend more time with that person.  That was a shocking revelation for me.

I’ve also unearthed my propensity for procrastination.  Which is what I’m doing right now.  

Have a wonderful day.