The Call

I made the call. I was scared, I mumbled, I tripped over my own words.....but I made the call. He said my assumptions were wrong. He said they were irrational. But, he said it with kindness and understanding. When I said rationalism wasn't my forte, he said no that isn't it, it's our human nature. We all make assumptions based on what we think someone's reaction to us means. Even him. He said he was glad I called because I needed to so he could set my mind at ease. And, he said I could join the church. So, however unpleasant, it was a good call, a necessary call and a worthwhile call.

My group was not so great tonight. I guess it was fine, I just wasn't that great in it. Now I'm disappointed in myself. Perhaps I should just be content with one good and healthy act per day.

Can you tell by reading this that I am so exhausted I can barely see straight. I can tell by my typing. I am going to try really hard to make myself pass out now. Maybe I will NyQuil myself to sleep.