Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing at all...

If I could offer the world one piece of advice it would be to....

Always. Take. Chances.

Whether it be a new job, a new relationship, or moving somewhere completely out of your comfort zone, never pass up those opportunities when they arise. You never know when you will get the chance again.

Laugh.

Be kind to yourself. Allow others to do the same.

Accept your flaws. In the end, these are the things that make you unique and beautiful.

Love yourself, and allow others to love you too. Even if it is scary and you may get hurt. Love is the greatest emotion humans are graced with.

Don't be afraid of what the future may hold. No one has a crystal ball to see their life unfold. Frankly, even if you were given one, would you really want to look?

Make peace with your family. You wont be able to when they are gone.

Forgive. Forgive everyone....even yourself.

Accept help. Don't allow your pride to get in the way. If you are struggling, let people help you when you fall down. You will be thankful you did, and so will they.

Breathe. No matter how bad it is, how angry you get, just remember to breathe....this too shall pass.

Dance.

Listen. When you take the time to listen to others, the world teaches you more than you could ever imagine.

Most importantly, and please, trust me on this....

Always.

             Take.

                      Chances. 

Heart full of Love; Mouth full of venom.

I have a confession....

I cannot manage my emotions very well.

Okay, okay...that's not really a confession; an OBVIOUS statement, yes.

I guess I'm now more willing to admit, accept, and OWN up to the fact that I am an emotional wreck most days.

But, I try not to be.

Truth is, I can't manage my heart because I feel way too much. I see way too much. I hear way too much. And the results are always the same....I end up SPEAKING way too much.

My mind goes into a whirlwind of twisted impossibilities that subsequently, turn the whole world against me.

Why can't I just MAKE. IT. WORK.

I got written up at work the other day; second time since I started working there four months ago. Problem is, I'm doing my job VERY WELL. I'm managing horrible and volatile cases of abused children with excellence....but I'm NOT managing my own life...and I'm getting punished for it. TWICE.

But, I am human. I am an ODD human. I am an expressive human. I am an emotional human. I say what I feel, when I feel it and who I feel it for.

And, I understand this about myself. I understand it's a huge issue. I get that. My mouth has gotten me in trouble my whole life.

But, how do I change who I am to fit into a mold of who I am not?

I know, I have to just MAKE. IT. WORK.....somehow.


  

Roadside Inspiration

All the words have been written
And all the songs have been sung
And the emotions are all gone. 

But your eyes are so blue. 

The bars fill on the weekends.
And the men drink too much. 
And the women always feel 
Ugly. 

But you...
And your eyes...

Are always so blue. 

Sitting, talking, writing...

dreaming...

Because you...
And your eyes....

Are always so blue... 

And, I, Sit.

The room is so loud.
Crowded.
Full of life.

Yet, I sit. Lonely.
Empty.

I hear people's conversations.
I listen to them while they tell me stories.

About their life.
Their kids.
Their jobs.

And I sit. Lonely.
Empty.

And I think.

Is this how it's supposed to be?
Is this how I'm supposed to be?

Rude. Ignorant. Mean. Selfish. Arrogant. Sheltered.
Happy? 

Am I the weird one?

And I sit. Lonely.
Empty.

Why can't I join them?
It seems so easy.

And yet I sit. In this crowded room.
Lonely.
Empty. 

10 second Poetry.

He prefers me quiet. His emotional punching bag.
Spewing his inner demons on me
for hours.

For days.

The light in the hallway flickers.
I stare at it gracelessly, trying to block out the noise.

He notices.

I return to his stare.

Empty.
Cold.
Alone.

He prefers me quiet.