my, oh my
how life can change over a 4 month period. i couldn’t be happier sellin’ shoes, working long days, playing ps3 with my love jonathan, and getting shit-canned on sundays for monday funday.
for the first time in my ADULT life i am actually happy.
I’m a social bird who has had her wings clipped.
one of the first songs i did when i was 19. and it’s a rap…go figure
it’s hard to push a freight train over a hill. and as much rain, snow, and sleet that has been thrown at me i should give up.
but i can’t. everyday i wake up and i dream a new way to attack the hill and one day that freight train will move an inch. i still think that will be a victory.
every sensible part of my brain says….adjust. play the game. fit the mold. just be happy in small success you know you can accomplish. but anyone who knows me well knows that the absurd side of my brain has taken over a long time ago. that bitch keeps telling me to push the frieght train over the hill.
there’s no other way to explain it.
i was just Bred to Love.
for once in my life i’m finally having my cake and eating it too.
we don’t have traumas.
life is a trauma. it’s how u assess, process, resolve, and counsel through these traumas that will determine if you can truly survive…but not only survive, be happy with what you have, who you are, and where you are going.
there will always be a sudden trauma. one must know how to decided severity.
