After a week of fighting it I finally let my belly button piercing go. I fully intend to get it repierced after it heals... but that was a battle I wasn't going to win. I know that it's... weird that I liked it so much. I just like that it was so for me. It had nothing to do with future plans or anything like that, I just had it because I liked it. I like the way it looked. Besides, if I can't take care of one of my body parts, how will I take care of my life? Sometimes my body has it's own ideas I guess. haha.
I've been doing alot of worship in my car lately. I know that alot of people talk about how much music affects them, but I just can't imagine other people feeling the way I do when I listen to music. It's like I'm on a whole other level of life. And when I'm in the solitude of my car I can sing so freely. I love that. People who pass me probably think I'm nuts, and I am a total driving hazard, I just get so into it. Sometimes I get to my destination and realize I don't remember half of my journey. I just get that wrapped up in the songs.
I think that's how alot of people go through life. They start off with great intentions, figuring out the best route to avoid traffic and save gas. We start off on our journeys but when distractions come like materialism, influence, media, tragedy, etc. we kind of lose track of what we're doing. Then once we finally reach our destination we find that we've missed out on half our journey. You know? Kind of wanting to go back and do it again so that we can remember it. Or we worry that we may have run a red light and not noticed. Not to mention the numerous accidents that we almost caused because we weren't paying attention to other cars. What a huge metaphor!
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