blogging

Don't get here that often, but when I do it is nice...

Like a warm sudsy bubblebath with sweet smelling oil and just the right temp.

Facinating who reads them.

You find often the friends who really worry about you most...read about your days.

Won't be back for a while.

I will find something poetic and beautiful to leave rememberence of me.

Sometime...not now.

I have had moments of sitting lonely in a cold hard tub.

Warm enveloping baths with wine on the menu.

And re-occuring dreams, odd rememberences at unusual moments.

I have fought through temperments and ridicule.

I have re-established I am no genius, but I am a thinker.

I see me slowly continually taking my life where I want it to be.

More trips to the library, park, walking, eating trying in many ways to be

More Healthy.

And I will be.

I am not the sprinter, I am the marathon runner.

I work through the pain of endurance, the stamina of continuance, and the streangth of accomplishment.

I will continue every day to try to be a better me. Reguardless, you will find me tomorrow, accepting, giving grace and generally attempting jovility and love towards all who mean so much to me, and even to those that don't...golden rule, you know, must be upheld and respected irreguardless of the baseness of the person.

Life's hardest, simplest little lesson. Taught no less in kindergarten. Heh, figures doesn't it?