Dear Diary is these days. The server being moved is generally happy, but little things slip out of hands here just when you'd reach for them. I am getting notifies for those private comments, but I cannot see them stopped by server error. Hopefully, this will get sorted soon, and in the meantime...just be aware I can't hear you. I can read the other places though.
I thought, I'd just leave this short notice, but somehow more thoughts flooded in and now I'm going to say some more. I know I shouldn't be thinking the way I do and believe me, most of the time I'm good. And it is only some times when it gets me again...must be a season...all the issues we ever have come from the issue of time. Time that was spent, lost, gained, enjoyed, grieved, wasted. if you think of it, the only permanent currency in human relationships is the measures of time. How much time do we give to another, how much of our time with them we considered a bad investement, how much of their time we ask for...love can be there one moment of time and gone the other, yet those moments spent being in love, stay with us forever. The same for the burden of hurt we carry with us. All that really matters is for how long we punish ourselves with the weight on our shoulders. I was told once, long time ago: they only walked away once, but you are saying goodbye every day since...or something like that anyway...