Sometimes.... I wonder things. Then God reminds me, "That's really not your place..." And then I work to kind of avert my thoughts to other stuff....

~Reflections upon Thanksgiving. And humans.

From God's Lips to Mine....

My. Twenties. Were. Hard.

My. Twenties. Were. Hard.

That's it. They were hard as shit. Fucked up relationships. Fucked up friendships. Fucked up identification of self. They were bad. My mama was diagnosed with cancer. Folks died. I was unemployed for a year. Had two life changing experiences with dudes who were utterly pointless and meaningless.

Yep. My. Twenties. Were. Hard.
I'm saying I gained massive amounts of weight. Didn't get my degree. Fucked over money. Let people fuck over me. All of that.

And then I made it. Every year. I made it. I got through it. All the anguish. The hurt. The pain. The fucked relationshits. The fucked up friendships. My mama survived cancer. I did not make permanent additions to my life that would have altered everything about who I am.

I made it.

And now. I'm waiting. Anxiously. Expectantly to see what these thirties will be bring.
My head is up high. My shoulders back. My back is straight. And I am stepping happily forward. Not spending my time looking back because there is too much to look forward to....

And you know what?!?

I'm ready!!

Cause chile... My Twenties? Honey. They. Were. Hard.

From God's Lips to Mine....