March 2009
17 posts
Goodbye Nashville.
Solitude.
I am going to be gone from march 19th-april 12th..
I will be spending time on a farm by myself with God in Alabama. I can’t wait. I may have lost my job because of it too. That makes me even more excited. Testing my faith. I’m pumped.
“I cried a little bit when I wrote “When I get old…”
When I get old....
I want to take ballroom dance classes with my wife.
On friday nights, I want to be the old crazy couple dancing at shows.
I want a wine cellar in my house.
I want to spend my summers in Italy.
I want to love my children and grandchildren.
I want a porch swing on my front porch, so I can read to my grandchildren in the spring.
I want to go to sleep early.
And I want to wake up early…to...
Ghost
I’m convinced a ghost lives in my house. Just today, my george foreman grill was on and burning badly. The smell was overwhelming. I haven’t used it in over a week. Also, I came home from work and my light was on. A light that I never turn on. This is getting crazy.
“I hope when I go into the forest, I find money trees. Cause my bank account is...”
my wednesday nights consist of chinese food and lost. its a tradition.
just had a great chat with my sister.
today im doing a photoshoot for brite entertainment. it will be fun. i’m also doing some interview. who knows. i’m looking forward to leaving. just preparing my heart and mind for when he wants me to go.
I will come alone for you
I’m finally learning what that song means. What that lyric means. All he wants is for me to be alone with him. He wants me to say those words. I finally am. I finally will be alone with him. I’m leaving soon. Wherever he is taking me. I’m going. To be alone with him.
“I think I’m going to go hike the mountains for a couple months.”
Fraz is coming into town in a little bit. I look forward to our nights. We have a real friendship. He is so encouraging. We both know what its like to struggle. It’s a good place to help eachother grow.
“We are creatures of habit.”
– Sleeping at last.
I will no longer let this define me.
The perfect way to end the night.
Cold roses in my ears.
White snow flakes in my hair.
Walking from 12th and porter to my house.
Is the perfect way to end the night.
