I'm A Wuss

So, I'm a wuss when it comes to flying. I'm fairly superstitious. I do the sign of the cross at take-off and landing. I say a specific formulated prayer with nearly every Saint's name that I can remember. I tend to try and be on my best behavior and be very contemplative before a scheduled flight.

It makes me feel like a hypocrite lately. I don't really know how I feel about institutionalized religion. Well, I know how I feel about it: I don't like it. I'm not really sure that I believe in a heaven or a hell. I'm 99% sure I believe in God. There are things I've seen or felt that have yet to be explained by science or common sense. However, I worry that I just want to believe in God...

I guess I'm bringing this all up because I'm getting on a plane in about 5 hours. Yup, I'm going (going) back (back) to Cali (Cali). I hope I get there safely. I hope I get to see lots of you. If I don't, please don't take offense. I'm only going to be there for six days or so. I'll try my best to see people, but I've been rather, I dunno, weird lately. I like hanging out with people, but the idea of doing so seems burdensome sometimes. It's very unlike me. Well, we'll see... Anyhow, take care, friends! Have safe holidays! I love you all. I really, really do.

I miss California. It'll be good to go home...

Well, I'm off! Wish me a safe trip!

Your pal,
Tanya to the E.

PS. This picture made my heart smile. Hey, you know what? You make my heart smile!