2005-04-03 - 3:45 a.m.
I dropped twenty-five plates at work tonight; doubtful that it was graceful, but I saved twenty-three. The two that broke on the ground landed before my hands did; I have seven distinct cuts on my two hands...
That's a pretty good finisher for the last week though. Two broken plates and cuts on my hands that make the rest of the plates hard to hold without pain. I try hard to be a mystic sometimes; then something very obvious happens explaining it all.
I am not concerned about my graduation date anymore, and the only people that have the right to voice concern are those that will be around when I do graduate. If you shoot someone in the foot, you forfeit their promise to you to break the World Record in the marathon. I was foolish for making plans I shouldn't make; those that I never ran by the Father, based on love that I clearly had to earn, not freely receive.
As for the other plate... I made a fool of myself. Either way, I was wrong.
So it goes and I had to admit these things before I play with gnarled hands tomorrow morning. I'm scared and I don't want to pretend like I have figuered anything out. --but I'm where I need to be now...
The rest is going to make sense later.
