Surviving

Things...they are a changin'. Something is different in how the wind is blowing lately. I can feel my spirit calming. I am not in a rush like usual, the little things don't seem as big, and I am not over analyzing my life anymore. Allowing nature to take its course feels so damn good.

Why does it worry me so much? Aren't we all afraid of the unknown - what we can't control? I never did really like change all that much. Routine is A OK for me. I need to be in a place of serenity, harmony, and sheer JOY. I deserve that! Joy is not an over statement. It can be a reality, not just a dream. I think I forgot that - or I allowed the dark clouds of the past to make me believe it.

I have been blogging for a long time and found myself being a bit redundant, however, my intentions have always been true. All the things I wanted are not just a figment of my imagination - they are real goals. I shall attain them in due time. I have never been a quitter, but rather a survivor. I owe it to the integrity of my mother.