I can sense the dim, warm glow of a familiar feeling growing inside of me, and I'm more sure every day that good things are approaching. It's not good fortune in life, necessarily, though I've had more than my share of that, but a more positive place in my head or my heart.
When you let go of a religion you've had all your life, especially when you were as religious as I was, it leaves a few giant, gaping holes in the fabric of your being. I'm starting to imagine a complete life again, starting to feel a cool breeze blowing in as I approach a place where I won't have to be about what I'm not anymore, where I can start being about what I am again.
All of that is to say: I feel okay. I feel better. I don't feel wonderful, but I feel like smiling.
I hope you have a good weekend. As for me, I'll be going to visit my long-lost father in prison. I haven't seen him in years. He wrote a letter the other day thanking my wife for writing to him and thanking us for the National Geographic subscription and for the money she puts into his spending account. Her twin sister is also in prison, so she makes a point of "taking care" of them every few weeks. It's nice of her. In his letter he asked me to come visit him. So, I am. I have no idea what to expect.
New blog. New outlook. A father. Lots of new things.
Thanks for stopping by.
Later. Love.
