I LOVE Facebook.
Not gonna lie.
I'm on that shit all the time.
I know your entire life story and we don't even hang out.
Seriously.
No, I'm not a creeper.
All of the information I have is directly from YOU.
You decided to share it with me and the entire world (basically).
Some of you share your most intimate life details. Then you go on to have the audacity to claim that "you don't knooooow me."
Guess what?
We pretty much do.
We see all of your posts.
Everyone does.
How about those who post pictures of their self proclaimed " cute" baby?
I know that I'm not the only who thinks that baby is goofy looking.
There is just something that tells me that my perception of cuteness is exactly the same as the other billions of people who reside on this planet with me.
Except there are those people who still insist on "liking" the pictures or even going as far as commenting on how "ridiculously cute" that baby is.
Please stop.
We all know that you are overcompensating for that fact that that baby is hideous.
It's OK though, at least you are taking the attention off of us who stick by the solid rule that our mothers taught us..."if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."
Perhaps the world wide web is corrupting us as people.
I see it as an outlet for most.
A way to get away.
Live vicariously through others or through this "life" that you have created for yourself.
For all we know, you could be a 57 year old man claiming to be a high school friend of mine and end up in front of Chris Hanson trying to explain yourself.
The joys of the internet.
You can say what you please and most won't call you out.
I'm OK with that though.
It keeps me entertained.
It keeps us all entertained.
Life is an experience, it's not a race.
I'm here to enjoy every minute of it.
Thank you for helping me along the way.
xoxo
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Time doesn't heal this wound
It will be six years this July.
The day I lost my rock. The only parent I ever knew. My mother.
I remember it like it just happened. Word for word. Moment for moment.
Time stood still that day.
I was forever changed.
July 27, 2006 at 2:36 pm.
I was driving to pick up my work cell phone that I had accidentally left at home.
Mind you, I was already half way through my work day at that point but I still felt like it was neccessary to leave and go get it.
Perhaps that's the way the world works. Leading in a certain direction because it knows that you are meant to be somewhere at that certain time.
I pulled into the driveway and took one step in the house and grabbed the phone off of the kitchen counter. With my other foot still standing in the garage, I noticed a missed call. I didn't even look to see if there was a message I just hit send send. My brother Neil answered the phone and said "Mom.....Moms dead."
Those words will forever ring in my head.
My house at that time just so happened to be right across the highway from my Mom's.
See why I believe that you are where you are at that very moment in time because you are supposed to be? Everything, in my mind, happens for a reason.
I never made it completely in my house before I was turned right back around and headed toward her house. Still on the phone with my brother as I drove a drive that takes about 3 minutes but some how it turned into an eternity. I ran toward the house but I was stopped at the front porch by my brother and his girlfriend. He begged me not to go in the house but I didn't listen. I opened the front door and went straight to her room. She wasn't there. Where was she? The next place I looked was the bathroom. There she was, peaceful and content slouched over in the bathtub. Her heart had stopped. Her body finally succumbed to her illness. That is the last time I saw my mom. I sat on the other side of the wall and cried, I banged on the wall and I cried. I screamed at her because I was so angry. I wanted to know why. Why did she leave me? Why did she go now? It wasn't her time. I wasn't ready for her to be gone. I sat there on the other side of that wall until the coroner showed up to take her away. Even then I didn't want to belive that it had happened. I remember feeling myself breathing. As if I was having some sort of outer body experience or something. I felt that way for hours.
The next couple of days were a blur to me. Phone call after phone call having to explain to family and friends what had happened. There were people who didn't call and I later learned that they didn't know what to say. That hurt. I understand it now, but at the time I felt like I was the only person in the world who had lost a parent and no one could feel the same hurt that I was feeling. The support of my family and friends is what got me through it. I did a lot of writing and a lot "preaching" to people. I didn't want to waste another minute taking life for granted. I wanted everyone to know that when the inevitable happened of them losing a parent that they had the support in me. To know that they aren't alone.
Now I only see my Mom in my dreams. I can no longer hear her voice or see her smile unless I'm sleeping. Those are the dreams I don't want to wake up from. But when I do, the spirit of my Mother is even stronger. She is always with me. She always will be.
Everything I do I do with purpose.
Life is too short.
We will be gone before we know it.
Take advantage of today because you never know what tomorrow will hold.
xoxo
The day I lost my rock. The only parent I ever knew. My mother.
I remember it like it just happened. Word for word. Moment for moment.
Time stood still that day.
I was forever changed.
July 27, 2006 at 2:36 pm.
I was driving to pick up my work cell phone that I had accidentally left at home.
Mind you, I was already half way through my work day at that point but I still felt like it was neccessary to leave and go get it.
Perhaps that's the way the world works. Leading in a certain direction because it knows that you are meant to be somewhere at that certain time.
I pulled into the driveway and took one step in the house and grabbed the phone off of the kitchen counter. With my other foot still standing in the garage, I noticed a missed call. I didn't even look to see if there was a message I just hit send send. My brother Neil answered the phone and said "Mom.....Moms dead."
Those words will forever ring in my head.
My house at that time just so happened to be right across the highway from my Mom's.
See why I believe that you are where you are at that very moment in time because you are supposed to be? Everything, in my mind, happens for a reason.
I never made it completely in my house before I was turned right back around and headed toward her house. Still on the phone with my brother as I drove a drive that takes about 3 minutes but some how it turned into an eternity. I ran toward the house but I was stopped at the front porch by my brother and his girlfriend. He begged me not to go in the house but I didn't listen. I opened the front door and went straight to her room. She wasn't there. Where was she? The next place I looked was the bathroom. There she was, peaceful and content slouched over in the bathtub. Her heart had stopped. Her body finally succumbed to her illness. That is the last time I saw my mom. I sat on the other side of the wall and cried, I banged on the wall and I cried. I screamed at her because I was so angry. I wanted to know why. Why did she leave me? Why did she go now? It wasn't her time. I wasn't ready for her to be gone. I sat there on the other side of that wall until the coroner showed up to take her away. Even then I didn't want to belive that it had happened. I remember feeling myself breathing. As if I was having some sort of outer body experience or something. I felt that way for hours.
The next couple of days were a blur to me. Phone call after phone call having to explain to family and friends what had happened. There were people who didn't call and I later learned that they didn't know what to say. That hurt. I understand it now, but at the time I felt like I was the only person in the world who had lost a parent and no one could feel the same hurt that I was feeling. The support of my family and friends is what got me through it. I did a lot of writing and a lot "preaching" to people. I didn't want to waste another minute taking life for granted. I wanted everyone to know that when the inevitable happened of them losing a parent that they had the support in me. To know that they aren't alone.
Now I only see my Mom in my dreams. I can no longer hear her voice or see her smile unless I'm sleeping. Those are the dreams I don't want to wake up from. But when I do, the spirit of my Mother is even stronger. She is always with me. She always will be.
Everything I do I do with purpose.
Life is too short.
We will be gone before we know it.
Take advantage of today because you never know what tomorrow will hold.
xoxo
Thursday, January 12, 2012
No different
While driving home from dropping the boys off at school this morning I had one of those "moments". As I sat at the stoplight waiting for the light to turn green, a school bus was driving by in the opposite direction. I watched as the bus passed and I noticed something. Every single one of the six or seven kids on the bus had a smile on their face. Not just a content look, but a huge, happy to be alive look on their face. This obviously wasn't a bus filled with hormonal teenagers being taken to high school. This bus was on the way to Glen Paul, the school for children with disabilities. Normally I don't take notice in something like this but today I did. Today I looked at that bus and realized that no matter how hard I think I have it or how annoyed I am at something in my life, I have it pretty good. Hell, I have it VERY good. Those kids weren't thinking about their problems, they were just happy to be going to school. All of the little things in my life that at the time feel huge are just a bump in my road. To some the bump in the road never goes away. It's something that they learn to deal with and accept. The moment I had today is something that I will remind myself of often.
Be yourself...always. Smile because you never know who is watching. And remember, somebody, somewhere is always going through the same thing as you are. It's up to you how you deal with it.
xoxo
Be yourself...always. Smile because you never know who is watching. And remember, somebody, somewhere is always going through the same thing as you are. It's up to you how you deal with it.
xoxo
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Wake up, Wake up
This month I turn 31. Fuck. I'm getting old. I know, 31 technically isn't old but it is to me.
I've done a lot in these last thirty years. A. LOT. I survived my childhood so that says something. Not to say that it was terrible but it sure wasn't full of sparkles and glitter. We grew up poor. Very, very poor. I was just telling Tyson about going to the store for my mom to get her a Coke and a rocky road candy bar, which in return I would get the change to spend on whatever I wanted. Here's the kicker. I had to purchase these said items with food stamps. I'm not talking fancy debit card looking food stamps that blend into the crowd. I'm talking about the O.G paper stamps that came in the booklets of ones, fives and tens. Yep, there I was walking down the street to the store to spend my food stamps. Proud as fuck too. I didn't know embarrassment at that age. All I cared about was getting 40 pieces of penny candies with the leftover change. Shit, I'd still use a food stamp if I had to. That's something my Mom always taught us, NEVER be ashamed of who you are or where you came from. We rarely ever had a car but that didn't stop us from getting to where we needed to be. Grocery shopping sucked.We lived in these apartments about 3 blocks up hill from the grocery store. Every 1st of the month my mom would single one of us out to go with her to the store. Not me, not me, not me...shit, ok I'll go. Off to the store to spend over two hours combing the aisles for food that was supposed to last five people an entire month. Once that mission was complete we had to bag it all and attempt to fit it all into one cart because pushing two carts up a hill home was hell. Oh, what's that you say? Why didn't you put the groceries in your car? because...we had no car! So up the hill we went, pushing the (hopefully just one) heavy ass cart home. Can you imagine asking a kid these days to push a grocery cart full of bags home? They'd look at you and laugh in your face. Kids are different these days. That's for another blog though.
I look back on some of the things that went on during my childhood and I could be embarassed or ashamed but I'm not. I know who I am. I know that my mom did everything she could to get us to where we are today. I'm proud to say I grew up poor. It made me appreciative. Today I live in a beautiful secluded home. I drive a BMW and can afford to buy food with a real debit card. And for that, I would like to thank my Mother, for instilling in me that happiness doesn't come from material things. It comes from love. I can only hope that my children get the same message. Just not the hard way.
xoxo
I've done a lot in these last thirty years. A. LOT. I survived my childhood so that says something. Not to say that it was terrible but it sure wasn't full of sparkles and glitter. We grew up poor. Very, very poor. I was just telling Tyson about going to the store for my mom to get her a Coke and a rocky road candy bar, which in return I would get the change to spend on whatever I wanted. Here's the kicker. I had to purchase these said items with food stamps. I'm not talking fancy debit card looking food stamps that blend into the crowd. I'm talking about the O.G paper stamps that came in the booklets of ones, fives and tens. Yep, there I was walking down the street to the store to spend my food stamps. Proud as fuck too. I didn't know embarrassment at that age. All I cared about was getting 40 pieces of penny candies with the leftover change. Shit, I'd still use a food stamp if I had to. That's something my Mom always taught us, NEVER be ashamed of who you are or where you came from. We rarely ever had a car but that didn't stop us from getting to where we needed to be. Grocery shopping sucked.We lived in these apartments about 3 blocks up hill from the grocery store. Every 1st of the month my mom would single one of us out to go with her to the store. Not me, not me, not me...shit, ok I'll go. Off to the store to spend over two hours combing the aisles for food that was supposed to last five people an entire month. Once that mission was complete we had to bag it all and attempt to fit it all into one cart because pushing two carts up a hill home was hell. Oh, what's that you say? Why didn't you put the groceries in your car? because...we had no car! So up the hill we went, pushing the (hopefully just one) heavy ass cart home. Can you imagine asking a kid these days to push a grocery cart full of bags home? They'd look at you and laugh in your face. Kids are different these days. That's for another blog though.
I look back on some of the things that went on during my childhood and I could be embarassed or ashamed but I'm not. I know who I am. I know that my mom did everything she could to get us to where we are today. I'm proud to say I grew up poor. It made me appreciative. Today I live in a beautiful secluded home. I drive a BMW and can afford to buy food with a real debit card. And for that, I would like to thank my Mother, for instilling in me that happiness doesn't come from material things. It comes from love. I can only hope that my children get the same message. Just not the hard way.
xoxo
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
My therapy
The following were written roughly around four to six years ago. Those were let's say, trying times for me. I've considered not sharing them because I have had some pretty horrible things said in regards to it. I've had my entire binder ripped up into shreds out of anger. I still carry that binder and I've literally picked up the pieces and moved on. All of these trigger a lot of emotion in me even though it's been years and I no longer feel the hate that I once did. This is real. This is raw. This is ME.
Blind
Eyes are open but do you see me?
Ears are open but do you hear me?
I'm speaking loudly
plain as day.
No one stuttered.
No break in words.
I'm yelling now.
It's like you're deaf.
My words are spinning around you're head.
Do you see them?
Suck them in.
Crying only releases emotion.
It doesn't guarantee a win.
Can't you feel it?
The ground is shaking.
Hate and pain
it's no mistaking.
Hearts are clashing.
Hearts are breaking.
Words are said
and hearts they're aching.
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Why do you hurt me?
Why do you make me cry?
you always say I'm a liar.
I'm not lying.
You don't trust me
so I don't trust you.
It's like you hate being home.
Work is just an excuse.
You're rude.
You're mean.
You lie.
You're two-faced.
You're fake.
I wish I could make you cry.
You expect so much but give nothing.
Oh no,
I'm lying again,
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(Un)Natural Disaster
My life is like a whirlwind
trying to live each day till the end.
The house is a mess.
The kids are screaming.
You are working.
I wish I was dreaming.
Can't take a nap.
The boys are demanding.
I can't keep up.
This plane isn't landing.
Faster and faster
speed takes it's toll
If it doesn't slow down
I won't know where to go.
What do you do when you're spinning in circles?
All I need is a break.
But don't we all need to get away?
How much more of this mess can I take??
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Hate is an emotion I wish I didn't have. The pain that it brings is nothing but bad. The hurt it consists of will always be there. Nothing you do will ever compare nor change the wounds you inflicted the lives you conflicted. I'll never move pass that time in our lives when you took the life the air, the light in my eyes. I've tried to move on but it's not going to work. You run from it now because it causes too much hurt.
How does one fix such angst in ones heart? How does one heal these lives torn apart? I wish I could have just one moment to tell you that I do own it. I know what I did, I know how I acted. I know all of the attention that I have attracted. But one little heart all by itself will never mend this entire house. We must work together to try and move on let's not make this a journey that cannot go on.
The pain is there I don't know how to show it. Angers an action that speaks louder than words. Please listen to me speak as is comes out in herds. My voice is my power, my heart, and my soul. Please take what I give you, please don't let it go. But maybe that's it..I THINK that I know. Let's take as this,
It's time to grow.
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One Love
what do you do when you are feeling this way?
do you shut all the doors and just walk away?
do you leave them all open and give them some space?
or do you stand in the middle and hold your place?
i was once told eighty percent don't care what i say
and twenty percent won't ever go away.
the person i am will never change
but the way i react will be a whole new phase
the way i come across will start to amaze.
I'm not doing it for you
I'm doing it for me
because i know the effect that i can be.
i strive to be positive
i strive to be strong
i strive to keep it real
and it all comes out wrong.
I can't always please you
as you can't always please me.
but a time will come
that we will all see.
You are being you
and I am being me.
So let's change for ourselves
because we can only get better
and in the end
we will walk out together.
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Judge Not
With as much time that is left in this day
you never know what might be taken away
may it mean nothing to you
or affect your whole life
just stop for a moment and cut out your slice
the way you treat others
is how they'll treat you
maybe not directly
but somebody new
what you say today
will carry on tomorrow
so make it a point
to speak with your heart
and connect with your soul
cause you don't know the day
you'll have to let go
from the moment that you walk into a room
make everyone aware that a flower has bloomed
a story has arrived
a story is shared
a life has been touched
a thought has been aired
the smiles you bring can always change to sorrow
but tears aren't always considered to be sad
to bring tears of joy is a hard thing to do
and if you achieve that
than you know you
are truly being
you.
Love is a drug
self inflicted
self induced
keep it coming
can't break loose
stronger than love
worse than hate
stomach twisted
tied in knots
feels like a million rocks
piled high
suffocating
minds a blur
feelings fading
don't blink now
you're going under
reaching up
towards the light
all of a sudden
losing sight
back down to the bottom
you will go
which way out
you may never know.
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Friendship
I will inflict emotion on you
you never thought you had
I'll take you so far
you may never get back
back to the way you used to be
back to the day before you met me
I'll take you on a journey
so deep in my heart
just hold on my hand
and we will never part
look in my eyes
and you will realize
the real me
the person I'm supposed to be
not everyone is graced
with such a gift
as the power
of you and I
and the lives
we uplift
hold on tight
as we venture through this
it's a path down a road
that most don't know exist
but we know it's there
It's all for our taking
leave them behind
It's not worth the faking
the reality of it all
is that it's there
and we see it
it's not for the weak
it's not for the blind
that is why it's meant
for you
and
I.
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These are ones that I'm sure most of you have already read. Some of these may be new to you. Heck, maybe you've never read them until now. In any case, I hope that they touch your heart like they do mine. When all else fails write. No matter what anyone says, writing is therapy and it's one hell of an outlet.
xoxo
Blind
Eyes are open but do you see me?
Ears are open but do you hear me?
I'm speaking loudly
plain as day.
No one stuttered.
No break in words.
I'm yelling now.
It's like you're deaf.
My words are spinning around you're head.
Do you see them?
Suck them in.
Crying only releases emotion.
It doesn't guarantee a win.
Can't you feel it?
The ground is shaking.
Hate and pain
it's no mistaking.
Hearts are clashing.
Hearts are breaking.
Words are said
and hearts they're aching.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Why do you hurt me?
Why do you make me cry?
you always say I'm a liar.
I'm not lying.
You don't trust me
so I don't trust you.
It's like you hate being home.
Work is just an excuse.
You're rude.
You're mean.
You lie.
You're two-faced.
You're fake.
I wish I could make you cry.
You expect so much but give nothing.
Oh no,
I'm lying again,
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(Un)Natural Disaster
My life is like a whirlwind
trying to live each day till the end.
The house is a mess.
The kids are screaming.
You are working.
I wish I was dreaming.
Can't take a nap.
The boys are demanding.
I can't keep up.
This plane isn't landing.
Faster and faster
speed takes it's toll
If it doesn't slow down
I won't know where to go.
What do you do when you're spinning in circles?
All I need is a break.
But don't we all need to get away?
How much more of this mess can I take??
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hate is an emotion I wish I didn't have. The pain that it brings is nothing but bad. The hurt it consists of will always be there. Nothing you do will ever compare nor change the wounds you inflicted the lives you conflicted. I'll never move pass that time in our lives when you took the life the air, the light in my eyes. I've tried to move on but it's not going to work. You run from it now because it causes too much hurt.
How does one fix such angst in ones heart? How does one heal these lives torn apart? I wish I could have just one moment to tell you that I do own it. I know what I did, I know how I acted. I know all of the attention that I have attracted. But one little heart all by itself will never mend this entire house. We must work together to try and move on let's not make this a journey that cannot go on.
The pain is there I don't know how to show it. Angers an action that speaks louder than words. Please listen to me speak as is comes out in herds. My voice is my power, my heart, and my soul. Please take what I give you, please don't let it go. But maybe that's it..I THINK that I know. Let's take as this,
It's time to grow.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
One Love
what do you do when you are feeling this way?
do you shut all the doors and just walk away?
do you leave them all open and give them some space?
or do you stand in the middle and hold your place?
i was once told eighty percent don't care what i say
and twenty percent won't ever go away.
the person i am will never change
but the way i react will be a whole new phase
the way i come across will start to amaze.
I'm not doing it for you
I'm doing it for me
because i know the effect that i can be.
i strive to be positive
i strive to be strong
i strive to keep it real
and it all comes out wrong.
I can't always please you
as you can't always please me.
but a time will come
that we will all see.
You are being you
and I am being me.
So let's change for ourselves
because we can only get better
and in the end
we will walk out together.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Judge Not
With as much time that is left in this day
you never know what might be taken away
may it mean nothing to you
or affect your whole life
just stop for a moment and cut out your slice
the way you treat others
is how they'll treat you
maybe not directly
but somebody new
what you say today
will carry on tomorrow
so make it a point
to speak with your heart
and connect with your soul
cause you don't know the day
you'll have to let go
from the moment that you walk into a room
make everyone aware that a flower has bloomed
a story has arrived
a story is shared
a life has been touched
a thought has been aired
the smiles you bring can always change to sorrow
but tears aren't always considered to be sad
to bring tears of joy is a hard thing to do
and if you achieve that
than you know you
are truly being
you.
Love is a drug
self inflicted
self induced
keep it coming
can't break loose
stronger than love
worse than hate
stomach twisted
tied in knots
feels like a million rocks
piled high
suffocating
minds a blur
feelings fading
don't blink now
you're going under
reaching up
towards the light
all of a sudden
losing sight
back down to the bottom
you will go
which way out
you may never know.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Friendship
I will inflict emotion on you
you never thought you had
I'll take you so far
you may never get back
back to the way you used to be
back to the day before you met me
I'll take you on a journey
so deep in my heart
just hold on my hand
and we will never part
look in my eyes
and you will realize
the real me
the person I'm supposed to be
not everyone is graced
with such a gift
as the power
of you and I
and the lives
we uplift
hold on tight
as we venture through this
it's a path down a road
that most don't know exist
but we know it's there
It's all for our taking
leave them behind
It's not worth the faking
the reality of it all
is that it's there
and we see it
it's not for the weak
it's not for the blind
that is why it's meant
for you
and
I.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
These are ones that I'm sure most of you have already read. Some of these may be new to you. Heck, maybe you've never read them until now. In any case, I hope that they touch your heart like they do mine. When all else fails write. No matter what anyone says, writing is therapy and it's one hell of an outlet.
xoxo
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Cheers to the past, present, and the future
Holy crap it's 2012!! Can you believe it's finally here? The year all these fools with foil hats have been waiting for. I for one welcome the new year with open arms. I'm really hoping that with all of this hype about the world ending it gets people out there to really start living life. One can only hope right?
What's really going to happen is people are going to fall into a fucking panic and start looting and shit. It's a scary thing to imagine when half the planet thinks the world is coming to an end.
Enough about all that.
Dylan turns 10. On the 10th for that matter. How cool is that? It only happens once in your lifetime. But hey, guess what's even cooler?? I turn 31 on the 31st. What?? Ready for this? Jevin turns 1 on the 1st ( March)! Mind officially blown huh? Ok, probably not but I thought it was pretty badass.
This month marks an entire decade that I've been a Mother.
Surviving ten years of parenthood just assures me that I WILL survive the next 18 years. When it's all said and done I'll have had kids living under my roof, under my rules for damn near 30 years. I deserve some sort of medal or something. My mom raised 6 kids...alone. She deserves a Pulitzer.
I've been through a hell of a lot these last 30 years. Nothing short of a roller coaster. I'm alright with that though. I've learned and grown from my mistakes, misfortunes and any other stupid thing I've done. I don't regret any of it because I wouldn't' be the person that I am today. Sure there are things that if I had know what I know now, I would have done differently but that's the past and one can only move forward.
So here's to ALWAYS living in the now and never trying to change what I have zero control over.
Next blog I'll be sharing some of my writing that keep my head level and my mind focused. Hope to see you all back next time.
xoxo
What's really going to happen is people are going to fall into a fucking panic and start looting and shit. It's a scary thing to imagine when half the planet thinks the world is coming to an end.
Enough about all that.
Dylan turns 10. On the 10th for that matter. How cool is that? It only happens once in your lifetime. But hey, guess what's even cooler?? I turn 31 on the 31st. What?? Ready for this? Jevin turns 1 on the 1st ( March)! Mind officially blown huh? Ok, probably not but I thought it was pretty badass.
This month marks an entire decade that I've been a Mother.
Surviving ten years of parenthood just assures me that I WILL survive the next 18 years. When it's all said and done I'll have had kids living under my roof, under my rules for damn near 30 years. I deserve some sort of medal or something. My mom raised 6 kids...alone. She deserves a Pulitzer.
I've been through a hell of a lot these last 30 years. Nothing short of a roller coaster. I'm alright with that though. I've learned and grown from my mistakes, misfortunes and any other stupid thing I've done. I don't regret any of it because I wouldn't' be the person that I am today. Sure there are things that if I had know what I know now, I would have done differently but that's the past and one can only move forward.
So here's to ALWAYS living in the now and never trying to change what I have zero control over.
Next blog I'll be sharing some of my writing that keep my head level and my mind focused. Hope to see you all back next time.
xoxo
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