It’s actually raining right now – 2:48am (of course).  The window is open.  The wetted fresh air is just every so barely moving the curtain- which is a good thing.   If it being rambunctious, I’d have to close the window to save the laptop.

I also like the quote – thought it was fitting.
I’ve always enjoyed storms and, to be honest, sometimes I like to think I can create them.  Who wouldn’t right?  Storms grant solace in heat, can brilliantly lighten the darkest of nights,  provide the ways and means for the planet to grow, and keep the globe thriving.
Besides – does anyone remember Elric?  His sword was simply – awesome – named Stormbringer.   Who wouldn’t want to have the ability to make storms, rather it be physically or societal?  They’re life changers.

Anyways – creating storms can be fun – although highly underappreciated.

There’s other wonderful aspects of storms that a sunny day can never hope to match – irresponsibility – chaos – and it can destroy just as surely as it grants life.  Since I fancy myself to be (at some novice level) an overly confident stormbringer, just maybe the anorexia is my storm – which got a little out of hand.

The situation started honestly enough – to save money – to work – to protect those I cared about who couldn’t contribute to the home.  Surely, that’s a storm, but it was meant to nourish and help others thrive.  I handcrafted it that way.

But the winds changed – eating held no pleasure and became an option – not a device to live or love.

The created storm intensified. I couldn’t control it – and nearly died.

Know what?
That’s okay.   I’m going to (carefully) keep creating storms.  That’s my calling.
It’s jut something I got to do.