This year, I want more. I want different. I want passion and to feel so deeply that I will shatter from the inside out. I'm suffering from writers block again, maybe if I just let it start, it will come.
I turned 42 this year. I'm single, have 2 beautiful children and am at a point in my life that I'm done with the games and worthless drama. I do well for myself, have the things I need and hesitate on the things I want. I answer to only myself and sometimes I wish it wasn't that way. Sometimes I wish I had someone else to show me the kind of love and compassion I want to give.
Lately I'm reminded of a couple times the "fit" actually happened in my life. Here's to hoping one day, that fit happens again.
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