How do I know? because I exist [exactly as I am].
The day is Easter-colored with cobalt blue sky; bright fresh green leaves; magenta azaleas and redbuds; white lily of the valleys, dogwood blossoms; tulips and bleeding hearts; chirping finches and flitting sparrows.
I play the email game and my email wins 95% of the time. I don’t think it’s a strategy/tactic/approach thing—I have those— I think it’s a life and heart thing and it’s not in my genes to revolve around email.
I’ll keep playing on occasion and see what life lessons I continue to learn out of the whole experience.
*update four hours later: Ouch. That was a painful blow. Email is winning harder now.
I’m installing itunes again. Which I swore years ago I would never do again.
Please have mercy on my soul. And on my poor computer who does not deserve this mistreatment.
I just want my files safe.
Another gorgeous spring-is-early day; look alive, daffodils! It’s an amazing world. And I’m wearing a dress.
Being one’s own lighthouse is challenging, strange, and a thousand percent worthwhile.
Unconditional grace is a beautiful possibility.