I started physical therapy. My therapist is a born again believer. The difference with that is the enthusiasm in her walk. I hope it's catchy. I was thinking of my goals. I am getting older. You still have to live one day at a time but you realize there is something about this life important. I have also been seeing how the deep wounds and bitterness God will and does confront. It makes me feel like some kind of beast when I see me copy my fathers rages. They are no longer his but mine. I actually try and tackle satan. There are times he is blatantly there. Jesus Christ is trying to get me to turn the battles to him. Anyway, it was a long day.