Spirit Thing.

Today I struggled with unbearable fatigue. For reasons that I do not know--I stayed up too late last night chatting with friends and singing to my new CD...the next thing I knew, it was nearly three o'clock in the morning. Wisely I chose to hit the sack but was woken up far too soon (and not by kisses which as previously stated, is the best way to be woken up). Turns out there is a 'need' to fix the gas lines in our neighborhood, so right outside my house in the alley at 6am, I heard the trucks roll in. It was when the drilling by this montrous machine seemed to shake my house that I could no longer sleep--it was time to get up. If I was lucky, I got almost four hours of sleep--and that's if I was lucky.

Unfortunately, I'm rarely lucky.

The day went on and I had to drive myself to pick out some eye glass frames.

Sidenote: Do you know that you can get Armani frames? ...why? I just don't see the point in spending a couple hundred more dollars to have a name down the side of your glasses that people won't see because your hair covers it anyway...

Anyways, I went to pick out glasses and I had a fairly good idea of what I wanted. They had to be stylish and classy--and in my price range (there's the catch). After forty-five minutes of trying on frames and several women commenting on the different styles--I decided it was time to get a male opinion. No offence to the female gender but there are just some things we can't do, I needed to know what was attractive, or I suppose what looked 'hot'. Funny thing was that the only male I could find looked at youngest sixty years old. He was very sweet though may I add, and he did help me choose frames that he said were 'stunning'. It's really hard to say no to cute old people--so the story ended with me buying the frames he liked best.

...Somewhere between picking out frames and getting flowers at a greenhouse for some clients, I smiled and forgot just how tired I was. I felt absolutly blissful, for no apparent reason. Nothing special happened today--rather it was quite the opposite. I picked out frames, I bought a ridiculous amount of bedding flowers and I sanded, primed and painted a railing on deck (which too much be sanded, primed and painted). But there was just something about today, nothing could ruin my mood--nothing could take away my smile.

What makes me this happy?

It's not a family trait--it's nothing that I ate and it didn't come from skating with holy rollers. It's an early warning sign, it keeps my life in life--but it's so hard to define...nevermind.

It's just a spirit thing, it's just a holy nudge, it's like a circuit judge in the brain. It's just a spirit thing, it's here to guard my heart--it's just a little hard to explain.

It's pushes when I quit, it smells like counterfeit, sometimes it works a bit like a telepromter--when it's telepromting you, I pray you'll let it through and I'll help you with the how but for now it's just a spirit thing.

Plain and simple--God.