the luxury of quiet contemplation, deepens the appreciation for the blessing of a worn armchair. a window seat. on which I can sit sideways, with legs draped over the armrest. bathed in streetlights and candlelight. writing in my notebook.

my challenge is to put everything in God's hands. to recognize that my path is changing, despite the safety of remaining complacent. the same. yet to be afraid and worried that I'll spend the rest of my life saying and not doing. to lay on a deathbed of regret.

and so, in my armchair, I reflect. I plan. I pray.