& now, I need to stop grieving for my new-old life and embrace my new new one instead of seeing it as lacking. Ebbs and flows, change is the only constant. JC is the same yesterday, today, & tomorrow, and even though, truth be told, and it is a waste to lie to the One who knows all, I am p-oed at Him right now (it’s cool; he already Forgave me for that among a bajillion other crappy things I’ve done/not done/will do/not do)—something cool WILL come of this. I gotsta keep on moving, all Matthew Wilder-like (dang, I bust out the semi-obscure wholly-random lyrical quotage when depressive, which is oh-so-hilarious since I can’t bear to listen to a song), until the day of super coolness is upon me, at which I will have a TaDa moment and be like, yo, JC, You knew where I was going all along, and JC will be all, Duh. I’m up with your Father; We were ALWAYS on your side. ‘Sok, though, you ask forgiveness and we’re cool…but you gotta learn to TRUST ME!