Today I’m twenty seven years old. In the past I’ve taken off my birthday from Facebook so I wouldn’t get wall spam, but to be honest, I wouldn’t mind the extra attention this time.

Life has had its ups and downs lately, as usual. I’ve been sticking with doing devotionals every day, and I’m starting to see some progress in my life, I think. My work has been more productive, I’ve been generally happier, and I feel more confident in myself. I haven’t reached the hunger I once had for the Word yet, but I suppose that’s inevitable if I keep at it. I haven’t given up.

I’ve been learning. About friendship and love and humility. Back before college, I used to be pretty knowledgeable about the Bible. Sometimes I re-remember things I knew, but really, it’s not like riding a bike. I’ve forgotten a lot of it. But this time around it’s different anyway, because I’m different. Whatever I knew, I try to forget. I don’t want my cynicism to cloud the truth.

I’ve discovered that I tend to like folky/jazzy/electronic solo female vocalists, such as Sylvie Lewis, Dolores O’Riordan, and Sara Watkins. But right now, I’m feeling a little somber. It’s been a month or so since I’ve listened to Kid A; seems like a good time.