If I must admit it; I am but a creative soul who may be hard to understand, impossible to second-guess, and known to follow the voice of instinct that no-one else can hear…not to mention understand.
My life can not be torn from the pages of a story book, it is much more complex than that. I am a tear stained, giggle filled , tragically heartbroken, happily ever-after. To put the words of my life on paper would draw pause and speculation; can this truly be?
I am that girl who believes in guardian angels, magic, hard work, tenacity, and family.
I believe in love, the Lord,forever friends, and miracles.
I know that no life is easy and that the past is the past.
I know that working for something makes it worth having.
I know that nothing is free and everything is complicated.
Change is the only constant.
I know too much is never enough, hope is eternal, happiness is relative to your thoughts.
People should be loved for who they are.
Confidence is fragile. Quitting is not an option, but you must know when it is over.
I know my strengths and my weaknesses.
I know I can not live a scripted life, I am far too much of a wanderer of spirit. Always seeking.
I am me. I can. I will. End of story.