Wednesday Writer. Coming up...

I am sorry friends... been a bit preoccupied and I have let go of some of my other responsibilities. Working on getting back to the right track... 

Be prepared for some overshare. 

Thanks!!!

Day One

Write some basic things about yourself.

Describe.

How do you even begin to describe yourself in a short paper? I can tell you that I do not know how to self-promote myself.

I am simple. I am plain. I run. I dream. And I believe. I have faith, although it may waver at times. I need to take a moment and step back and breathe.

Sometimes, I even forget to breathe. Obviously I write the word “I” a lot as well.

It is hard to tell what you are doing in life is it not?

Looking in the mirror, I don’t know who I am sometimes. I used to know. Once I had a stronger understanding. And then my heart broke. And I have been afraid to put it back together. Once I walked with a confidence unbeknownst to myself. I just believed in my abilities and myself. Now I sometimes question them. Can I really step up to the plate and hit a grand slam? Can I even see the ball?

Well, to say the least I am not very good at baseball.

Once I would do anything at the drop of a hat. Nothing stopped or encumbered me and I was vivacious about life. My heart leapt at every and any opportunity that came. I was the girl that quit all my part time jobs at once, packed my car and moved across the state just for a job that at the time would only last three weeks. Two years later I am still there, working every day; challenged and loving it. Some days are better than others, but I just have to look a little deeper at the rougher days. The soil has been tilled a little harder maybe.

In the process, as I said, my heart and mind has been roughed up. Tugged, shared, harmed, fought with, broken, and swept aside. And now the real tough part begins: fixing it. But not really even fixing it. Finding a life that is livable for it. And that begins the day I decide to be happy. Decide to fight for myself. Stand for myself. Believe in myself once again.

How does one describe them? How, when you really have no idea- who, what, where, when, how, why? Why describe or find when you can define. That is what is so great about word- it is never ending and there are limitless possibilities.

Once I decided to go for a run. Once I decided to go for a journey. Once, I never stopped believing.

Define.