Beautiful Child

I listened to Rufus Wainwright last week. A lot. Obsessively. I think it helped me sink deeper into my weird mood. Some repressed thoughts and feelings floated to the surface of my soul.

I'm trying to move on now and listen to some happy music. I don't have much happy music. Oh well, at least it rained today. Rain makes me happy.

I'm also trying not to over-think this week; not sleeping was a bad thing last week.

Goals for this week:

1. Go to sleep early (without sleeping pills, ok Paul?). Get at least 6 hours of sleep every night.
2. Finish Isaiah (finally).
3. Catch up on my studying plan.
4. Pray about the things/people on my mind.
5. Make a tentative schedule for the high school cabinet retreat.
6. Make a list of things to talk about for high school small group this Friday.
7. Put all my London photos in an album.
8. Make a trip to an art museum or the beach.

Oh no... here I go, planning away my life. (Sorry Keisuke, I can't help it.)

When I am older than these small goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again

When I have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited by noise

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiufl child again

And when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myself

And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burdened crosses
God's twilights and all

How I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again