I'm here, and I'm writing.

This is good.  Two days in a row.  No link-ups, but you know, I think that's a good thing.  A dip in pageviews will be good for me--a reminder to not let that affect me.  A reminder of the real reason why I write: not to get my words out to as many people as possible, but just to get them out there for the people who really care about what I have to say.

(Hint: if you're reading this, that's you.)

Today has been a much better day than yesterday.  It's 8:00, I have two hours before I'll be home (to my hubby, yay!) and I'm not exhausted yet.  This is a good sign.  I had supper with my best friend and her two sweet house-mates tonight.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and veggies.  SO good.  Best meatloaf I've had in a while.  (Thanks, K!)

Half a week in...I think I can handle this.  I know I can.  Philippians 4:13, for Pete's sake.  This week has been a wake-up call: I can't do life alone.  I really need Jesus.  Bible reading has got to become even more important, because I need the spiritual strength so much more.  I mean, I need it all the time, but you know what I mean.

Guess what.  I discovered something.  I like writing like this, unpolished, not really thought through ahead of time, just letting the words go out on the screen.  A journal for a lot of people, most of whom I don't know personally and probably never will (and that's okay).  There is, of course, a time and place for those posts that I spend more time thinking about, planning, wording carefully, writing to fit all the various link-ups I do in a day.  But I'm really loving this freedom, to just write about whatever, and not really care what anyone else thinks--or even if it gets read or not.  It was written.  That's what matters.