My world is about be be outrageously rocked (again) and I can't wait to see where on God's green earth I shall end up... who knows, maybe I'll wander up to ur doorstep and let myself in... my next room mate could be YOu, or YOu, or yes.. even YOU!
Actually, I have this feeling I'll wined up some place very remote where I'll end my days quietly trimming roses, polishing wine glasses that haven't been used in centuries! That would be quite a change no? Change is good, when ever I think of change, I think of being rapped helplessly in menacing, yet hopelessly mysterious arms, my conflicting emotions "Yes, NO, Yes, No, Yes, no, YES"!
As you can imagine, I'm a little on the nervous side, quiet and collected yes, always, but my voice tends to give way to restrained emotions like "Hey Rachelle, these beans are super gOOOOD!!
Don't worry, I finally have a clue of the Lord's objective in making me run around like a chicken with my head cut off. You see, as many a wise doctor will conclude, the best way to get an insane person well, is to help them confront their insanity until they become board of it and simply grow out of it, like a teen age obsession relatable to wearing baggy pants, Sponge Bob under-wear, or black lip liner.. Don't look at me that way, Sponge Bob taught me a lot about positivity, he is an icon for many a morbid youth.