Sometimes there is nothing better in life than falling asleep happy after a day filled with peppermint ice cream on a snowy day, beautiful smiles, and a reading of the Psalms.
I'm slowly getting over California, trying to accept what God has been telling me -- which is essentially that it is not my time. I'm sad to say that I still don't understand why, but I know that the answers will come in time. I have no regrets, but there are days when New England just feels too lonely.
I'm finding hope in spring. Lately, I've been trying to renew all that I have seemed to lost through time; it has been a mixture of something painful and paradoxically beautiful at the same time. For two years, I have been in attempt to recover and move forward at the same time, it's becoming more difficult than I ever expected, but things are looking up. I keep thinking about something someone told me nearly five years ago -- that my mind was this beautiful mess that will never be aligned with the life that I would be living. I've worked through my teenage years trying to fight that concept, and slowly, with the help of so many people I am finally able to pursue whatever it is that I want for my life -- whether it be my future career or whatever it is I choose do to this summer.
For the first time in a long time, I can't wait for whatever life has in store for me.
