The veil lifted.
Hooray!

By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, I felt like myself again.
Tired and a little worn out, but balanced and thinking clearly.
Actually I felt great most of the day on Saturday, too. Once I had been awake long enough to shake off the dusty emotional ick left over from the panic attack I suffered on Friday night, that is. Saturday night, however, I was being dumb and took an illegal detour (I knew better, but sometimes my thrill-seeking nature overrides my good sense) and ended up sick. Throwing up over and over and over. Ugh. Thank God my head is okay, though. For the moment anyway.


Right this moment I am taking a few minutes to think about and pray for all the people in my life who need - well, something.
I have friends that are happy, and I pray they never lose their joy.
I know people who are staring death in the face, and I hope that they receive a miracle and are able to enjoy good health and more time to live this life we've been given.
I see marriages that are tense, crumbling, and stale. I pray for all these people to find life's best joy - whether it be together or apart.
I have friends who are scared, and I hope for their courage and confidence.
I have friends who are addicted, and I pray they find their way out of the cage before their life is irrevocably stolen.
A few people I know & love are confused, and I hope they find clarity and purpose.
And for the many, many of us who are dissatisfied and longing, I pray for inner peace.