release

imagine, if you will, a bottle. imagine me carrying this bottle. and in this bottle i choose to put things that i'm not ready to deal with, don't have time to deal with, or am scared of. now imagine that for the last 2 months i've been slowly pouring tiny things into this bottle and shutting the cork on it. my bottle is full. i'm tired. the funniest part about this is that now that its full, the things in this bottle seem overwhelming. if i had only dealt with them when they came around i wouldn't have this monstrous task of sorting out and dealing with situations, circumstances, possibilities, futures, and most of all feelings. lord, help me open this bottle.