One-Eighty by Summer

I'm never going to use this stupid thing. Not that I ever did. Did I? No, I don't believe I did.

The title has nothing to do with anything that's here. It seemed fitting that way.

So, this is my secret place that I come to spill my guts all out in public. What the hell. No one's ever going to read it. I don't say anything that means anything. I completely abstract the point and purpose and what's left behind is nothing. I guess that's my way of justifying my claims that I'll never use this blog.

I've never felt more okay. I've been happy, sad, depressed, and every which way in-between...except this. I have never in my life felt more okay in my own skin. Like, I could improve on where I'm at, but I can still be happy with today. Life is weird. It confuses me. It scares me. It fascinates me. It baffles and astounds me.

I'm happy, just being alive. Just for the chance and opportunity to experience life, and all it has to offer. The good and the bad, they shape who I am. So whatever the future holds, I'll hold my head up and I'll keep pressing forward.

Writing feels good. It's been so long. Silly little duckling, you don't even know that you're a goose. A moose. A muse.

Not that it matters, because I'm never going to use this thing. :)