Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I'm fading. Sometimes I've faded behind the hours of the day

and the events of life. Each and everyday something one occurs or take place. Pictures

of this, paragraphs describing that. What have I done? I've faded away. I've thought

my day away. Where are my actions? They're in my thoughts and the images in

my head. What's going on? Life changing events.

 

So I'm done with fading, i'm now stepping up and making moves.

Not the typical moves you think I'm talking about. The moves of bettering myself.

I'm making calls, I'm taking care of myself, I'm applying for this, and writing that.

I'm dreaming of my future, hoping, and praying yet again. I see this and feel that.

I'm no longer bound by what I do not have or the uncomfortable feelings I use to have

Life is a blessing. A blessing you make by the choices you make, the actions you take,

and when you say enough is enough.

Love & Blessings

 

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