I posted my blog, and it was very introverted and dorky and filled with the kinds of things that I should probably just keep to myself because my writing suffers when I get sentimental. Suddenly, I realized that I started diverting my travel blog into other things: my turtle, my faith, Arizona. It's so funny. She was right all along, "Let your broccoli tell you how to eat it!"
And now I was going to actually write about my day and what I did and how things are going. But that's just it. Things are going. Life is slowing down for now. I was frightened today, though. It felt as though the church bells were chiming every five minutes instead of every hour or half-hour. My heart feared that time might be rushing past me today, then I concluded that the bells must ring more often on Sundays. I hope.
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