What a life we live, Lets live a life where we have something to write home about!
25-year-old trying to find meaning, love and a life worth living.
Where the Path Ends
The big oak tree marks a half mile from our house. To get to it you must pass our neighbors house with their barking dogs and wandering sheep that have a tendency to escape here and there. The road is potholed and muddy every time the seasons change. The holes in the gravel create small lakes changing our walks navigation after it rains. We are surrounded by farm fields outlining the path to the tree. In the summer the fields are drawn by the sun creating a scenic dream. Leading to a path where the creek meets the fields end. To my mom and I, this walk was a time to recalibrate, or something we had to do so you would get your exercise. However, to you this walk was your lifeline and to you this path is what we remember you by.
Dear Mom, I am more of you than I thought
Dear Mom, It almost seems kind of silly writing something to you when I actively talk to you daily. You are my best friend, my supporter of life and are the reason I am alive and well today. I tell you everything and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. Often things that are defined under the TMI range, but you get it all. You share your life lessons with me, I know your stories as if I lived them, and half the time I know what story you are going to pull out when I tell you about the situation I am in. But my whole life I have loved you but struggled to find an ounce of myself in you.
I Got Fired
I got fired or let go if you want to put it lightly. Something a younger version of myself could have never believed. I was the goodiest of two shoes, always stuck in my own ways but trying to achieve others seeing worth in me. I remember back in college before graduation, I so badly wanted to be recruited. I would have gone anywhere and done anything for someone else to see potential in me. A job I have come to realize now is not anything I want to be a part of.