Monday, November 19, 2007

I can barely...
Current mood: giddy

contain myself.
Yay for the hilariously juxtaposed ebb and flow of a late-20's female's emotional range. Who needs drugs when ya got hormones. I'm sayin'.
At the risk of being effusive, and then reading my writing later and regretting gushing so much b/c it somehow once again came back to bite me in the ass, life is good. I've turned a corner as far as my ability to deal with some things, and this is a milestone that I have really been praying for. I love that I can be sad, I can feeeeelllll sad, and it doesn't land me in the bed for three days. I can feel sad and still laugh, be happy about my life, see the positive light instead of letting the negative shadows overwhelm me. You see, this is why I avoid a lot of things. Because I think I can't handle them. And that makes me feel weak, which is absolutely no bueno. But what I've realized recently is that to learn to handle things, I've got to give myself to them, and let it be what it will. The first time I got punched in the face hurt like a bitch. The second time hurt just as much but it didn't scare me anymore. And I learned to dodge the punch or deal with the impact with my face accordingly.
Counting my blessings has never left me coming up short for anything. There is a lot that I want passionately and know that I can achieve. THIS is where my patience is best utalized. And my attention wanders once again...