making a point

do you ever have one of those weeks that just get you down? last week was my tempest. and by Friday night I was a limp noodle.

just an accumulation of things. frustration. irritation. impatience. having to deal with a whole host of unknown unnamed folks and faces. and a few that I know way too well. it just all got to me. got me down. and out.

life has a funny way of making us (well, me) re-evaluate it's quirky self. it throws curves. puts up a fight. brings me to tears. and goes on.

[let me say this. I am one lucky. loved. girl. and I realize it better. deeper. stronger. every. single. day. hour. minute. second.]

I've had my composition book out a lot these days. writing. listing. checking. striking through - never erasing. I want to see where I've been.

so this week I am promising myself that I will be strong. not struggle quite so much. try to pick my battles. and stay positive. I must let go. hang on. choose love, not fear.

ps to whomever you are out there in the blogging world that read my random thoughts. thanks for listening. I know it doesn't always make sense. but it just feels good to say it out loud.

'the average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.'