...walked in the rain.
...drank a chai latte and pretended to be trendy with my journal and reflective posture at Starbucks.
...cried some tears.
...prayed that the story of my life could be one of love.
...felt the presence of God through the understanding and wisdom of my family.
...cried some more.
...remembered that there is a hormonal component for my emotional turmoil.
...read L.M. Montgomery and reflected upon the beauty in the world.
...felt blessed to walk beneath a canopy of green trees and damp clouds.
...curled up on the couch beneath a warm blanket.
“Let me be the one you’re running to.” The Acorn