I'm all about affirmations. I love Notes from the Universe and I read my horoscope on a regular basis. I see words on the street and believe there is a sign just for me. When I see 11:11 on the clock I know it will be a good day, especially if there are other instances of matching numbers, ie: 12:12, etc.
Some days, my cynicism will choke me and I remind myself to step off my pedestal of judgement and self-righteous assumptions masquerading as observations.
There are days when my eyes well with regularity and it's not because I'm overwhelmed by grief, although there is that too. As I examine the past year, I see growth and I see complex emotions about myself. A jumbled bag of anger and insecurity; loneliness and longing coexisting with an acute appreciation for life and all of its beauty.
I see my life with a bit of clarity. The excuses are worn thin and I'm worn out by making them. Everything about me has changed and frankly I'm not quite as scared of that which I have no control.
