My anxiety is a little mouse doing laps on his wheel, his reflection on the clear plastic of his cage multiplying the singular. I worry; I seek God before I worry. Sometimes seeking God is enough to wash away my worry. But not always. I don’t really know why I am stressed over my book being launched in August. I am both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. I must say, though, exhilaration wins out!
Today is June 1, 2013. I am alive and well.
Mind Without A Home 
what a joy to read about life complicated in a real way with humor. your writing flows and is delightful to read. delightful reading within the topics seems absurd but you have accomplished it: conquering the absurd and opening a window for us to share. thank you for your honesty and courage.
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