Thursday, December 11, 2008


The sugarplums & ferries have no longer befriended me.
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It disheartens me to think that I once was convinced, "I'm artsy only when I'm high."

The creativity ran through my veins like a flood in a desert after taking a few hits of a drug that's illegal to most. As my eyes would glaze over, I felt my mind alter to a place of inventive liberty. There was some sense of self-determination; an addicting looseness and lack of heed. The world around me held not a substance comparable to the things my mind reflected. My outlook, attitude and judgement were well associated with being blatantly foolish. With the thought of being brazen in seemingly mistaken areas, I started to question my purpose and if I were fulfilling the reason/s of which I had been created.

Many question God's being. I believe we all come to a point in life where we consider what we regard as truth. We explore to deem touchable, concrete, and physical evidence that something so far fetched could possibly be real, right, and applicable to our everyday lives.

Personally, I've found, it's not just something to believe in. It's something to live for.

I felt initiating my newfound blog interest with personal and private thoughts just might be a good kick off for this fresh and 'fearless' time in my life

The sugarplums & ferries have no longer befriended me, but by the grace of God, I'm sober.


Monday, December 8, 2008


Funny. We feel embarrassed, incapable of expressing ourselves. Yet, we're comfortable posting our inner most thoughts on the internet for everyone to see. True. Everyone wants to be heard. Understandable. It just may be easier for us to not know exactly who hears it. 

As I sit with keys beneath my fingers & thousands of thoughts running through my head, there's only one thing that keeps me from writing. Fear. Isn't it amazing -- The power we give to something so powerless? 

I'm leaving for physical therapy, but am very inspired to come back and fearlessly vent. :)

Be Blessed! xo