“You can take me down, you can show me your home…not the place where you live but the place where you belong” --Glen Phillips (Toad the Wet Sprocket)
About a year or so ago I was doing really well at sending my thoughts out into the vast unknown via my own website but for some reason got out of the habit. It probably has something to do with the fact that I have journaling commitment issues. I would always start a journal growing up and months would pass between entries. I always try again, but know it’s just who I am.
My friend Elizabeth is my journal hero – she has always been great about keeping up with one. So, thanks to her good influence on me and also to Jackie who reminded me that blogger is out there, I am starting my own little corner again. Once I get into this, I will work on trying to add my older journals from the website
Honestly, my head has been so full the last few weeks that I am not sure where to start. Sometimes I look at my life and just wonder “how did I get here?” I guess that it’s just from walking down the road – one foot then the next… It hurts sometimes. Other times the travels are filled with joy and laughter. The way I see it, that is how it’s supposed to be. We could never appreciate the good times if they weren’t tempered by the not-so-good (ok, the downright cry-your-eyes-out horrible times as well).
Thank God for my foundation. I am not as strong as I look, but I am stronger than I feel. I take comfort in other people’s faith in me. In the faith I hold on to daily. I have enough to keep me sane and desire more to keep me moving in the right direction. Be blessed.
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