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I've been contemplating what to say about this for a while. Everyone has different input - their own opinions, their expressions of excitement and their much-appreciated words of wisdom. There's the whole concept of perfect (or just good, because we rarely reach for the unattainable anymore) timing, and all the ideals we imagine. I've admittedly always been a little less realistic than I should have been. I've consistently either worn my heart on my sleeve or tip-toed around the issue of putting my heart into things, but the bottom line is that my main concern was always the state of my heart. And although I've been keeping it in check and laying down pillows for it left, right and center, I think I can say that I care about someone's else's more. If only I could go about this as carefree as I would like, and if only things were as simply put as the right way and the wrong way (as soon as emotions are invested, simplicity seems out of the question). But paradoxically, maybe I am doing this right, because I'm able to admit that I'm unsure. Maybe this isn't part of the grand scheme of things and could possibly be a small blip in whatever's about to happen (knock on wood), but I'm beginning to learn that it's actually okay for me to express when I'm not okay with things.

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Back in the day, I would always know the contents of the fridges at church from all the countless times my cousins and I would scavenge for food while the adults were having fellowship. There always seems to be an endless supply of freezies no matter the season and the rule of thumb is that if there's no label, you can take it. Today, Lee-Ann decided to go through the freezer and without disappointment, there always seems to be something worth swiping to satisfy the cravings of ice cream I get in the winter.