OMFG.

Loving it. Just loooooving ittttttttt.

These warm weather days in December … I cannot get enough of them. This is fully what I believe December should be — a high in the low 60’s, and it can still be a little chilly at night.

It’s these warm mornings as winter approaches, that take me back to L.A. Pang. Sigh.

I plan on taking full advantage of this day — maximizing my time outdoors, in barefeet, savoring.

Already feeling so very very thankful for unexpected warmth in the middle of cold.

Of being reminded by this warm sun, of all the good that surrounds me; all of us.

Which can be hard … especially in the midst of tragedy. In fact, a part of me doesn’t even feel right to experience this happiness, when an entire classroom of children has just been murdered.

It is senseless and heartbreaking. It makes me question my own beliefs of, “everything happens for a reason” and “all things in perfect order.”

What in this is in perfect order? Bullshit, to everything happening for a reason when you have such young little ones completely wiped out within seconds.

I don’t get it. I really don’t. And I don’t want to try to — it makes my head hurt and my heart even heavier.

Instead I am brought back to love in all of this … that, somehow, if we could just love each other more, maybe these acts of violence and terror would occur much less.

If we can rehabilitate people, from the inside … what would the outside result be?