I’m undergoing an inner transformation. The reason why is that I am just so sick of me. Sick of me thinking about me, whining about what I am not happy about, thinking about me thinking about how much I don’t want to think about me. You get the picture. One looking on from the outside might not see all the yuck I see in me and might even say I’m being overly dramatic. Perhaps. But I know me. I know the things that run through my head at a speed that is out of control. I know the impure motives that I attempt to tame and how painful the killing of that flesh is. I know that the duties I have in my life often cause me to walk in frustration when they interrupt my precious ME time. I also know that I won’t stay here. That God won’t let me stay here. God knows I don’t want to stay here. So pardon the construction site as I say goodbye to me. And shoot a prayer or thirty-three up for me.