Up late rather early and I can’t sleep. I have a lot on my mind and even more so on my heart.
I realized that I wouldn’t be doing myself any justice if I didn’t blog about this feeling right here.
It’s the feeling that you hate to get, but love to get over. The feeling that you dread being a part of you, yet greatful once the lesson taught is through.
There’s no tears no I’m not crying, but deep inside I have this feeling that is just screaming to get out.
I vowed to blog my journey of becoming a better version of me. Lately I’ve had to be honest with myself as I lay out for you the entire process.
It’s not fair to anyone including me if I blog only the good, and secretly deal with the bad.
I don’t hate anyone, I’m not upset with anyone. How do I describe this feeling of a heart that’s working on mending itself, and breaking at the same time.
In the end I am certain that all will work itself out, and my process might help someone else.
This is a natural part of life. We breath, go through things, embark on journeys, and go through changes. We come together with other people, yet this in itself can be a process that were unfamiliar with but more than eager to learn.
Writing this out for the world to read and see. I have no regrets because it’s a part of life it’s a part of me.
No one can say that they wake up happy each and every day. Life is Life and sometimes it will toss us a curve ball perhaps a few.
Going through the process and coming out in victory is what really matters. Let’s just be honest we win some and sometimes we loose.
I want to embrace this feeling hear and now. So that tomorrow when all is said and done I can learn from my mistakes. Improving the person that I am.