Can't think of a title

I guess that's because I'm not sure what I'm going to write. I've been thinking a lot lately, again, still. I tend to over analyze things, figuring stuff out gives me a sense of security. It may be a false sense of security but it's something I cling to.

As I should be in bed I think I'm just going to jot down a few random thoughts to continue later.

Fears, specifically mine. I've found some hidden away under the surface.

Church today. Yes I went, and wouldn't you know it, Greg spoke on struggles. Moses, the Red Sea, standing on the beach, and finding your path. Hmmmm......

The stages of grief.

Self worth.

Moving on.

Maybe I should do a little mini series, The life and times of ME, or The search for reality, or I just hope you don't fall asleep, or I promise I won't sing.

Really, I won't sing.

I promise.