Saying a-yo, gotta let go.

So one time when it was this weekend we went to a Braves game. This is one of my favorite life hobbies.

Jittery. Nerves. What-in-the-world-did-I-get-myself-into. Excited. My foot is jiggling on it's own accord. Shoulda stopped at the second cup of coffee. I wish you could be in this kitchen right now--we're hysterical. The little house on Ponce is emptying itself of a group of 7 women: I leave for UGA in precisely 30 minutes. My first real job. I don't get nervous, I don't let 'em see me sweat. What is this...?

I can't even concentrate.

I can't even write.

My eyes can't sit still. God was probably laughing as I stumbled through Habakkuk this morning, willing my mind to stay put on one subject for longer than .2 seconds. This is the only thing that stuck:

The Sovereign Lord is my strength.

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,

he enables me to go on the heights.

Habakkuk 3:19

Welp, I'm gonna go stand on the heights now. And meet a gazillion people I don't know and smile and be "on" 24/7. I'll be back, Atlanta. You rule.

Here goes nothin'. Go dawgs.

Post title: Dynamite by Taio Cruz. Current anthem.