Update

I practiced
the past two days
sat there
and pounded the keys
and sang
because when you sing and you play
Scan through the score and put fingers on keys and you play
everything else can go away

I know I blushed
when talented people
walked by
er, namely one, anyway

but I played and sang anyway
from the comfort of a closet
that pretends devoidation
(which isn't a word, but I think it sounds nice and has a meaning
the noun form of "devoid"
a state or being completely lacking in anything else)
of sound.


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That wasn't a poem. Not really. It didn't turn out like a poem, just like some funny sentences I broke up in pretty places and pronounced poetic of a sort. I need to write again, every day. But I did practice today and yesterday. Two days in a row, and isn't it twenty-one to form a habit? I worked out today, and I'd like to go tomorrow morning, or definitely tomorrow sometime at least. I'd like to learn to be disciplined. And I'd like to learn to love and enjoy God, others, and life. I prayed that I would last night, and again this morning and tonight during chapel.

It's raining outside. Again.

This year is turning out better than I expected it to turn out, so far. But I want to grow closer to God, and be more disciplined, and work out my show transportation. Prayer requests. Like fireflies flitting up through the night air into the sky.

Just because I might yell at God, "Aren't you there? Don't you care?" doesn't mean he isn't and doesn't, or isn't and hasn't.

Well. Hasn't this been a nice, random conglomeration of thoughts. Also too, I feel like using the phrase "thought puppets," even though my brain just put those two words together randomly, and I have no idea how they could go together or what such a phrase would mean.

Discipline and disciple seem like related words. Two things on which I need to work.