"My son (daughter), despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him: For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth . . . Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby. Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees; and make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way; but let it rather be healed."

'S funny. Today is my 24th birthday, and it doesn't even seem to matter. But it causes me to look back at where I was last year - smack dab in the middle of Cyrano de Bergerac production. I was clinging to that so hard for my identity. So much has happened since. Crazy, crazy.

I am being squeezed and molded into a new shape right now. I wonder what I'll be thinking next year when I look back?  ¶ 7:41 AM