grace.

i entangled myself into jane eyre, then soon found myself ensnared in a novel entitled finding grace. it was as if some cosmic energy meant for me to read finding grace immediately following jane eyre. it was amazing, to say the least. a breath of fresh air.

i'm doing okay. my outlook on things is still quite bland, but i have a shimmer of hope, guiding me from somewhere beneath me. twelve days until my birthday. having much trepidation about it this year. its not like its the big 3-0, or anything. i don't know. right now i feel as though i'm just skating by on grace, and hanging on by a wing and a prayer.