Right Place At The Right Time

Sometimes we're at the right place at the right time.
If I hadn't brought my guitar with me that day,
I might not have ran into that lady who gave me the flyer thing.
To that spirituality thing. Whatever it is. Free admission.
I'm curious about it. I feel like it was meant for me.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been there, at that time,
to meet that lady who told me about it.

It was a risk I felt compelled to take and I'm glad I took it.
I wanted to get over that fear. I have other fears...

My neck hurts today, tried to rub it, but it just hurts.
I have to leave soon to go to the kitchen.
I'm tired, but I can sleep when I am done there.
I think we're having a lesson in the chapel today.
I don't think we'll be working in the kitchen today.
I think we'll be there until 2pm and then I can go to the library.
I am sooooo tired! But I have to go and do that. I will. I am.

The part I'm reading in this book is about repression.
I use it a lot because it was a coping method.
For the lack of the ability or lacking the knowledge
of how to cope any other way with the emotional things I've experienced.
But it went from a coping method to an avoidance method.
An attempt to avoid certain feelings, but it went from that
to avoiding certain thoughts, too.
Because the thoughts evoked certain matching emotions.

My muscles are sore because they are all tight.
Like my shoulders. I can only loosen then up so much myself.
Been a while since I've had a massage, but it'll be worth the wait.
I can do what I can do and I'm definitely getting sleep right after this.
I don't care if I have to crash at the library for an hour or two. I need it.

There was more I wanted to write, but I'm just...
I've been up, but not exactly awake, yet.