I suppose it always begins with the little things. A backward glance, an empty seat. And then it hits, and you can't help but wonder how it got so far. I've had this thought all week and it just won't fade. It may be early to mourn the dead, but I've got this funny feeling that i should be expecting a funeral. I don't mean my uncle in the hospital, or that there is going to be an accident. Simply put, something is about to change. Spring approaches, and with it comes decisions. I think I am excited.

On the note of change and decisions, I believe my studies of religion, philosophy, and psychology are beginning to merge in a meaningful way. I find this very gratifying and I am thrilled with my present paradigm shift. I don't feel that it is the proper time or place to discuss this matter further. I doubt i would have mentioned it at all, but I am quite lonely. I feel the need to "settle down", and it is bothering me to no end. Honestly, it must be hormones *laughs*.

I know I haven't been writing much lately. I have been feeling guilty about not finishing Bron's piece. I think that will be next as I have several ideas I've been kicking around. It needs to be more refined than most of my work. I really would like to be proud of it.