dancing.

And I’ll dance with You till my knees go weak

And I’ll sing till I can’t sing anymore

And I’ll lift my hands till they fall asleep

Just to show You, Lord, You’re the One I adore

slow down.

slow down.

time is precious and so is this life.

it's not a race, but a finish line has merely been put in place so we may have a final goal to attain. 

we've got a while to get there. forever to be exact.

this is going to sound 100%, extremely, stupidly contradictory. but i think it's important we live life as if we are on the run. what i mean is not that we've done bad things and are escaping punishment or boundaries. rather then, we are living in freedom - seeking adventure and fun, surrounded by great people and meeting new ones, never passing up an opportunity, taking risks and putting your faith in a Bigger Person. 

it's not necessarily about the destination. but it's always about the ride to get there.

it's a marathon. this ain't no sprint.

take time to get the most of it, as if you were covering the ground you could if you were running like a psycho.

look up and look around.

you never know what you'll miss if your head is hung low and your eyes set on your feet.

nine.

I can't believe that it's already September, and we're halfway through it. 

Nine months in, 3 more to go.

I've never hit so many twists and turns, challenges and successes than i have in the past 8 or 9 months - life's been moving full steam ahead and waiting around for no one to catch up. that's why i hate the feeling of letting time slip away, trickling through my fingertips when i should really have a tight grasp on it.

i'm going to be part of another three point five months of life change.

another 11 weeks.

another 107 days.

another 2568 hours.

2568. 2567. 2566. 2564. 2563. 2562. 22561. 2560. 2559...

1890... 1521... 1274...

965. 964. 963

3. 2. 1.

zero.

every hour, every minute, every second counts.

towards today and towards tomorrow. towards me and towards another.

it's simple: time keeps ticking and people need an answer.

no more 'nothing'. 

start 'something'.

short.

i literally haven't had my hair this short since i was a 10 year old child. 'tis strange but delightfully freeing.

question is, should i leave it this length

brave up and go shorter 

or let it grow till it hits the floor again?

hair is so strange.

but too fun to live without.

one day i'll wear a skin-coloured swimming cap and scare the heck outta my parents.

i'm fizzin' for the day