I'm at that weird stage in life where I could say a lot, but I'm better off saying little. And I'm not talking about speaking up because that come easy to me. I'm talking about being completely satisfied and blessed with where I am and any words I might say will ruin it. Imagine standing in the middle of insanely busy Grand Central Station in the middle of rush hour, and you see people rushing around you; talking on phones, looking at papers, looking at reader boards, dropping things, elbowing their way through the crowd. The whole room is rushing and spinning, but your bubble, your self, your world is still. Not moving forward or backward but standing still with chaos and instability going on all around you. Sort of like being the only person on a merry go round as you watch everyone else spin around you. Some people may call it daydreaming or being out of state out of mind. I call it being taken aback by how great and wonderful God has made everything for myself. It would be utterly selfish of me to be envisioning something more. It's more of a overtaking peace and overwhelming thankfulness.
