Hmmm…
It has been awhile since I have taken the time to sit and blog. There have been plenty of blog-worthy events, but I just haven’t felt like writing about it all. There was a crazy weekend in Indy with B that had boys, beads, beer, and almost some boxing. There were boring days made interesting with superhero sagas. There have been girls nights with revelations. But at the end of the day, I was just living life and nothing seemed to significant to me. I was tired about blogging about the mundane and ordinary.
So why am I writing now? Has there been some crazy, life-altering event? No…there hasn’t, but I felt like I needed to write, so that is what I am doing.
I have started taking the necessary steps that I need to take to accomplish some things in life. I am trying to move forward. I might be making wrong decisions, but my heart is in the right place. Its hard for me to write about what is going on inside of my head right now without giving too much detail, and I am afraid too much detail could lead to just a big mess.
Long story short, I am moving on with life. I have hurt people, and I have gotten hurt in the process, but it is happening. The world is moving on and I decided not to sit around and watch it pass by, I grabbed a bag and I am going with it. I don’t want to hurt people, and I am putting up walls slowly but surely to insure my own feelings will not bring me down. I am doing what I have to do to survive in this life. It is a cruel world, but I am making the best of it. I might not always make the most positive of decisions, but I am finally living for me.
Yes, I left a little piece of me when I got up and started moving, but I had to do it. Now if everything else in my life would pack up and follow suit I might make it out of this mess we call life alive.
…I feel like I always end with something slightly witty, but today, I have nothing cheesy to end with…
