Fairly recently, I sat down with a friend and rehashed every dirty detail of my life. Which on other occasions resulted in a sob-fest and a gallon of ice cream. This time was different, I've reached a stage (in life? in mind?) that I can talk about how messy my life has been with a "no regrets" attitude. With a smile on my face I can honestly (and I really mean it this time) say "I'm Okay with how things are turning out for me." No, it is never perfect, or easy, or even fun sometimes, but it is mine. It is what I make it and want it to be.
So, here I am. On a blog site, willing to bare the messy parts of my life. The embarassing, the frustrating, and the deep-down-hit-you-in-the-stomach-spit-in-your-face sadness that sometimes life throws in your path.
I've always liked the idea of a diary or daily journal, but I've never followed through longer than a month. This seems much easier, though a little scarier. I like the fact that other people can read this and can maybe relate. Because when you get down to it, this isn't just my story. Everyone has some parts of their lives that was messy. Either the past was, the present is, or the future will be. So lets toast! (my morning coffee) To wishing-hoping-praying-longing for the load to be a little lighter, for the good-luck to stay a little longer, and that people will actually read this!