I don’t believe I have the vigor to write a paragraph tonight, so I thought I’d just share some thoughts linked simply by the fact that they are extreme from the influence of illness. It is a pretty crappy attempt. Poo.
*I feel guilty that I am not outwardly the person I am on the inside.*I have a million great ideas about organizing, cleaning, helping others, sending cards, baking cookies, exercising, visiting, volunteering, gardening, painting, sewing, learning to crochet, improving my vocabulary…and a room full of unutilized related objects to prove it!
*I crave the warmth of relationships but all too often find myself overwhelmed by them, therefore, withdrawing.
*I don’t pray for wealth or cures or a big house; I pray that the world is healthier and happier tomorrow.
*I can laugh from happiness and cry from sadness all in the same breath.
*I see God in the forest, rivers, skies, animals, leafs, and the smile of a loved one.
*I know that one person can change the world…and I try to do that…I just get confused when it requires that I leave the house. =)
*Sometimes, admitting I am wrong is a physical impossibility.
*I am 33 but feel like I am 16…just ask some of my favorite people who happen to be teens.
*I love big hair, lots of makeup, and playing in the mud.
*My heart is easily nicked, and I bleed profusely.
*I have run out of options but keep hope for tomorrow.