I'd Rather Sink in Peace Than Count the Stories as I Fall

A great weight has been lifted, this week. It's felt so nice to reconnect with Marta and Jordan (and the gang,) though I wish that I could still find some more time to see Jenks. Between work and this homework she's left with this semester, I'm not even certain that I will see her before Spring. We shall see. If it is meant to be.
I have also been able to spend much time with M. It's been so strange, this lifestyle change. DeKalb feels fresh and new, like it did last Fall. It feels fun again.

Also, I found out that I'm actually doing pretty well in Spanish, today. So, as long as I don't blow the final, I will still graduate on time. Excellent news.

I've been doing a lot of reading on religion, lately, and it's all because of this book: Gilead. It really has re-opened that interest in me. Today I was reading about the concept of purgatory, of Karl Barth, Nirvana, Limbo, Existentialism, the Summa Theologica, et al.
I've been really interested at trying to educate myself, and I'm hoping to soon visit the Unitarian-Universalist church. I had started to go back on that desire, because of my social anxiety. I had written my friend Jake to tell him that I might just go back to the Christian church he and I (I assume) are both still members of (officially.) But when I wrote him this letter, he responded by telling me that maybe I should try the U.U. church - because my beliefs reflect theirs in many ways, and he thinks that I would feel quite welcome. He seems to know the minister there, and he told me to feel free to arrange a meeting with him.
I felt like Jake mentioning the U.U. church to me without my prompt was some kind of divine affirmation.