24/7

Ok week, here I come, treat me well ok?

It's really strange to only really have 48 hrs of time to myself. Working two jobs keeps me busy. But in a way it's a blessing because I discover that I have far less time to be disatisfied.
Its like the less time I have to myself, the less I am inclined to sit and whine about not being happy. I seek happiness and joy in the moments in between, in the smiles of the people around me and the dialoge that is birthed.

I love people, I really do, and I love to love those around me. I'm just praying that my life doesn't get to the point that it leads me around and I forget to stop and smell the roses and make eye contact with a stranger.

Hello Monday, cmere, lets catch up

the sad side of irony

In every breath that I breath in, I have a million thoughts rushing through my head.

Not to make myself sound amazing or anything, but I always have a lot on my mind.

Maybe too much.

Lately, I find that I question the reasoning behind why I am here.

And what my worth is if I can't fufill my calling.

What if everytime I stepped forwards I was stepping further away

Further from what I was called to do/become.

Isn't that scary?

Then, I find that the more I think like this the more I don't listen

I should be listening right?

Cause if I don't relax and rely and let go and listen

Then I'll have no idea which way is up