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People who talk constantly sort of amaze and appall me. I wonder what that would be like-- to have so much to say (out loud!) to everyone that you just never stop. Anyhow, I have been thinking lately about hope. And how it sort of terrifies me for some reason. Hope is the only thing that allows me to continue on but in the same sense seems like such a shot in the dark that is is scaaary to even, you know, count on. Like all these life options. There is hope that something will eventually work out, and I am sure that it IS working out, actually. I maybe tend to put my eggs all in the same basket sometimes. I suppose I am just learning how to take risks...which is def. a part of life. But there are so many! And I actually love risks...after I get over the freaking out. I think some of it is that I have gotten used to being around a culture of people who are not really that into risk...more into comfort. The whole "Hope of Glory" that is written about all through the Bible has been the rhythm of my existence lately. Well, at least I want it to be. I recently have realized that after working the granny (open) shift at Starbucks, I reaaaally should take a nap or I start to downward spiral in the late afternoon and everything becomes tragic and whatnot. I shouldn't even be writing this right now because I haven't taken my nap and it probably doesn't make any sense at all. (dude, that really sounds like a granny)

here is a picture of a purple starfish.