Lately, I haven’t felt like writing and it’s been bothering me greatly. I couldn’t figure it out for a few weeks and finally I came to the conclusion it’s because I’ve been happy. I usually write when I feel dark and broken. I have to learn to break that habit.
I’m no happy with the progress of my health but in my mind, in my heart I feel great. I’ve had a lot happening but it’s all a process, a progression into the next phase for me. I’m excited, I’m looking forward. I’m not sure where things will go but I don’t seem to mind it.
I have someone wonderful in my life right now and whether they stay for a while or not they’ve helped me make good solid changes to my attitude and I’m so very grateful for it. I feel lighter, like maybe this whole thing isn’t going to be so bad. I needed it, a kick in the ass.
So, expect more. Thank you for sticking with me through my illness. It really, it just means everything.