I was going to write about spirituality today. I was going to write about my “Keys to the Kingdom” class and the impact its commitment has had on me. I was write as smoothly as I’d ever written, connecting my kitty commitment to self-commitment to spiritual commitment to whatever-commitment.
But I can’t. I’m too excited. In fact, right now, I’m too excited to do much of anything, including sleep.
That’ll probably bite me in the butt later. But for now it’s fine, just fine. In fact, it’s better than fine.
As I was stumbling and fumbling around after a one hour nap between work and church, unbeknownst to me, my Gmail account was being assaulted by an insistence to give me money.
For writing, at that. Today, I officially became a paid writer.
Lyrical Fool 