this morning #1435.

this morning, in my search for purity, i’d overlooked one distinctly dirty detail: the future is part of a continuum. of course i made that mistake. i tend to traffic in ignorance. “out of sight, out of mind,” i like to say. in this instance, i’d failed to consider that my past might come roaring back. like a barreling truck splashing through a mud puddle, it had. sullied all my progress. i’d been so good about being so good. kept my hands clean. kept my mind pristine. kept up with all of my obligations. i haven’t always been this responsible. i’ve had to run. more than once. had to put my life behind me. maybe this time i’ll do things different. i can always try praying for forgiveness.