"Rachel, I wish you wouldn't do this again," Erica said. But it wasn't to me. It was to crazy Rachel. Little crazy Rachel who was throwing a fit on the way out the door. I admire and love crazy Rachel because she is everything I wish I could be. Little, completely and genuinely passionate and creative, independent, and compulsive. But I already have the crazy part, I think. Or at least, I am very good at breaking nervously down.
I was having one of those times after work, lying in bed, trying to take a nap. The dogs were barking unceasingly, and no one was stopping them, even though the house was full of people. I opened my door and screamed "STOP BARKING" at the top of my lungs, and burst into tears and went back to bed. My throat hurt after.
A very nice person made me stop having a pity party and in a roundabout way made me get up. Impulsively, I decided to go to the Living Aquarium, here.
I was astounded.
I mean, I've always loved aquariums, but it made me feel so peaceful, and it made me believe that God is good again. And that he is colorful, even in the bottom of the ocean. The seahorses. Oh man. And I stuck my hands in the sting ray tank with all these little kids. I smiled like a little kid and laughed for the first time all day.

I am tired. But I've got the joy and the peace and the love. I must go on standing.