saturday morning thanks.

it's the kind of peacefulness that slightly leads to pinching. is this really mine and how did i get here? i'm surrounded by my things and my choices and i'm spinning in circles and laughing at myself. when asked how i did it, i said i didn't know. but when i thought about it longer, i realized i only tried. the plan was never a plan, only an experiment gone right. trial and error of course, and plenty of realizations of wrong turns, but never once giving up on myself... i found the good. because i wanted to find the good. i don't want to take any moment for less than what it is; i feel lucky. when asked about feeling alone along the way, i told her i wasn't. each of you loved ones who have been there and will be there have helped me. the lonely struggles are only struggles with the past. i had to stop looking back at those bumps and keep looking for something better. never settling. never tiring. always wanting. always appreciating.