Life has been somewhat like a movie. I feel somewhat out of control. Like I don't like all of my life and it's in my control, but I still wait for it to be fixed. But I am waiting on me and I pretend like the waiting is for someone or something else. Or like I don't know what the fixing would look like. I like comfort too much. These are times when comfort is not the best option but I try so hard to have it. I should just let go and let God work in the midst of hardship. Embrace grace and forgiveness. They are beautiful. I should act like the grown-up I know know is in me somewhere.

I want the ocean. The smell of it. The sound.

I want a good concert.

I want to see a really good painting, not one that is simply famous.

I want Jesus.

I want His warmth.

I want His beauty.

To be His.