Dear people who read my blog,

I must say this.  You are remarkable people.  Week in and week out I talk myself out of writing anything because I don't really have anything valuable to say right now.  And the laundry has to come first.  But once in a while I flit about here, and, day in and day out, people (way more than I ever imagined) are reading my blog.

Old posts, I guess.  What?  Are you trying to get inside my head?  I say...don't bother.

It's all out on my sleeve, anyway.

Life is all about expectations.  I guess I only ever expected me to read my own blog.  If you set the bar low, you're probably going to reach your goals.

I'm having a pretty bad life right now.

Don't worry.  It's a season.  Besides, there's no point in all of us getting down about it.  Me is enough. 
I know that appears to be bad grammar, but in context, it isn't. 

And anyway, grammar isn't super high on my priority list right now.

Have you ever had a problem with feelings?  You know, they're THERE.  Lurking behind every benign comment that every person makes to you, and every single thought you have, there's this feeling that something is wrong and you are the most messed up person ever?

THOSE feelings.  And every time something goes awry in the universe, it probably has something to do with your own personal shortcomings?

I'm just chawin' --

love you guys...