You're gonna make me lonesome when you go....

Today kinda felt like the end of something, not in a bad way, per say, but in a kinda way that makes you feel like you've lost something. Like when you realize that you're growing up and then suddenly wish to be 8 years old all over again.

I'm not really great at closing chapters, especially when i don't want them to end. There's just been soo much change, lately. I kinda max out at some point.

I had a lot of time to think today. 10 hours actually, and I've realized that i'm getting pretty good at internal processing, and that i'm not as crazy as i feel most days, and i haven't cried about anything in quite sometime, which maybe means that a storms brewin' or it means that i'm just calming the eff down, I can't quite tell which right now.

Also, the world just looks better with a coating of snow. Everything is sparkly, and quite and seems soft. Even the hard, sharp edges of the ice seem tolerable right now. And the anticipation of a promise kept is filling the air, and i think that is just the most beautiful thing. Jesus really feels alive right now.  I'm really excited about winter and i have a feeling that winter is gonna be really, really great. At least I hope so because summer and fall wrecked me. Real bad.

So. Here's to new chapters whatever they may look like.