breathe

well, the freakout malestom lost wind faster than expected.

i am not living inside a lincoln-log-twig-and-concrete cage as reported in yesterday's post. i'm not even twitchy.

"i know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?"

"i think you can in europe."

(if you have not seen '10 Things I Hate About You', go rent it right this minute).

so i am whelmed. just sitting at work, having slept much better than i expected to sleep. not angry at change, not lamenting losses that haven't even happened yet. not lashing out at the ones that have.

but i am pondering the night panics and the lying in bed, face mooning at the ceiling with my heart racing and wondering "what the hell am i doing with my life, and why does it feel like it is zooming past me?"

anyway. i have a tendancy to make song lyrics into prayerful little mantras.

here's the chorus for U2's new song BREATHE

Every day I,
die again and again and reborn
Every day I,
have to find the courage to walk down into the street,
with arms out
gotta’ love you can’t defeat
neither down or out
there's nothing you have that I need,
I can breath Breathe now

especially after yesterday's suit of armour nonsense, i should write that on my arm. every day i have to find the courage to walk down the street with my arms out. and remember that i'm neither down nor out - i have a love you can't defeat.

thanks again bono, for slapping a tune behind the Gospel and giving me a shove.