Sun, Dec. 1
... Real people, real problems
So much for getting back on a regular sleep schedule! I was in bed by 1:45 or so, but I didn't fall asleep until sometime around 4:00. Oh well...
I love last-minute stuff. I walked into the church this morning, around 8:20, ready to sing in the worship choir, and Cyndie intercepted me on my way in, asking if I would be in the skit this morning. So I did that instead.
Didn't really matter one way or the other to me. I mean, I would have been happy singing, and I was happy acting. Either way, it worked for me.
It reminded me of one Sunday on tour, though, when we showed up at the church in Rochester on Sunday morning, after performing on Friday evening, I think. Anyways, someone asked if anyone on our team played the piano. Everyone else pointed at me, and so they asked if I would play in the service that morning. It wasn't for all the songs, just a couple of hymns, but it was kinda funny. I'm weakest in embellishing hymns--I do better with a lead sheet--and I had never heard one of them before, but hey, it still worked. And it was fun.
As the catchphrase at the Well used to be whenever something went screwy with the sound, or songs, or band, or someone didn't show up, or whatever, "Real people, real problems."
One year ago today: I know how much I crave security--I want, more that just about anything, for someone to be able to say "I love you" and mean it for more than what they can get out of it. I want him to be able to say it and fully mean it... One of my most favorite things in the world is just being held. Not doing anything "special" or anything like that; just being together, lying in bed, or sitting on a couch, or wherever, and just being held. For me, that's a physical expression of the emotional intimacy and security.
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posted at 2:29 p.m.
