I'm always walking around thinking, "I don't know who I am. Don't talk to me right now, I don't know who I am." I glance around the room, hoping for several smiles to put me back in my place and make me know that I'm really Rachel and that I have been for years and years.
Even standing on stage tonight (I don't get nervous. I'm just not nervous about playing very much) I suddenly forgot how to play Good to Me, even though we've played it 10000029i03 times, and then I'm like, "Well if I don't know how to play this song, then who the hell am I?"
But my identity is not all over the place. It is stationary in my relationship with Jesus, and in being a daughter of God.
Rock solid.
Audrey got baptized tonight which was pretty sweet, and we went over to her place (which is Sierra's house) and saw all of her cats.
And I think I've reached the end of a very long headache.
"I know that you would like-like to change me, make me softer:
tune your voice just like a baby. I'm using caution...
bet you wanted.
I wish you could wait to tell me in the morning."
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