Life is weird.
Not the kind of weird you say because you have basically given up trying to figure it out weird.
Weird as in full of wonder weird.
Like the fact that I am blogging again.
Or that I am actually quite happy to live in my skin.
Weird like how I have been walking almost every morning for weeks, and even running on occasion.
Or how I am reading my Bible to read it, not because I have to, but because I like how it makes me feel.
Weird like that.
Wonderfully, normal.
So this is how it feels.
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