January 8, 2019
3:55 p.m.
Multnomah County Library
It is bitter cold outside. The wind feels like it is blowing through me. Through my thick winter jacket, and both layers of clothing. I am chilled to the bone.
And to my very soul. I am praying like mad. My heart is racing. This is anxiety at it's peak.
But there have been moments. Moments of transcendent peace. I cannot even explain it. I will have to contemplate this as I head out to my student's house. And then to choir practice. I may not be able to continue this thought until tomorrow. So I am putting my thoughts down now to remind myself.
Until then....Zita
To Be Continued...
3:55 p.m.
Multnomah County Library
It is bitter cold outside. The wind feels like it is blowing through me. Through my thick winter jacket, and both layers of clothing. I am chilled to the bone.
And to my very soul. I am praying like mad. My heart is racing. This is anxiety at it's peak.
But there have been moments. Moments of transcendent peace. I cannot even explain it. I will have to contemplate this as I head out to my student's house. And then to choir practice. I may not be able to continue this thought until tomorrow. So I am putting my thoughts down now to remind myself.
Until then....Zita
To Be Continued...
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