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.