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Misplaced heart

Can't sleep. I'll leave for the airport in about an hour, so at this point, there's no point. I'm uncomfortable, not myself, ready to be on my way, needing to be on my way. Nothing is soothing me.

Could write about my time here, but I'm not in the mood. It hasn't been awful, just empty somehow. Maybe I'm the empty one.

So I've gone through all the motions, but seem to have misplaced my heart. Not liking people in general just now, myself least of all. This will all pass, I know...maybe even before I board my flight. Just feelings. I know the truth, the gospel, but my soil seems rocky and cold. Tired, but I cannot rest.

Didn't finish my letters. Hope they aren't necessary. So much to say— I just can't find my heart right now.


I often feel this way at Christmas.
been thinking of you, my dear