Last week in town.

I think I've finally come to the place where I can calm down a bit about my search for my purpose. And as I think about it, I know I shouldn't be relying solely on myself to find it. It will come in its own time as I continue to search. But I really need to stop worrying about it so much. It really gets me off my balance, which is what has been my problem since leaving home. I'm already adjusting to new environments and responsibility; the last thing I need is to twist my nerves in a big ol' bundle and stretch them beyond their limit. I have to start with what I know now, look into what I am discovering, welcome constant inspiration, and trust Him. I'm hoping that the latest two books I've been given will enlighten even more this path. This is all I can say right now.

I head back down to Baton Rouge next Sunday. I'm looking forward to seeing the Lake Charles peoples again. It's strange to have made such good friends so quickly. My birthday was enjoyable; we didn't have a party at all. There was no sarcasm in the previous sentence. I received a couple of really good records ("Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music" by Ray Charles, "Imagine" by John Lennon) on vinyl, the Bob Dylan Scrapbook, a Beatles puzzle, a bag for my MIDI keyboard (en route), a nano case (en route), a good manay Facebook messages, and the book and film of What The Bleep Do We Know? (TBO). I'm nineteen. It somehow is nothing and everything; I don't feel any different and yet very old at the same time. Oh well, this is more that you don't need to hear.

I'm off to watch my nightly dose of television or film or something quite like it. Take it easy.