Somedays I feel like I can’t find my way in this world and other days I know exactly where I’m going.
Somedays I want to move on to the next thing but I know its all a process, a journey, but that doesn’t always make it easier.
Somedays I want to curl up and hide from the world, but then I realize I have to get up eventually, so I might as well tackle each day as it comes.
Somedays I just want to settle for a new house, even if it isn’t exactly what I’m looking for, just to get out of the apartment, but then I know I wouldn’t be happy so I’ll keep on looking.
Somedays I let fear get the best of me and Somedays I kick fear in the ass.
Somedays I wonder how I got to this place and then I realize its all about choices I have made.
Somedays I question everything but,
Every day I am so very grateful for all of it.