as i sit with my closest friends and my warm cappucino .. i realize that the little things i worry about arn't the most important part of my life. these people are. they are the ones that call and come visit me when i'm having a rough night, and stand outside in the freezing cold just to hear my sob story. so maybe i don't feel like such a wreck anymore. we do it for each other. more than once a night. i come into this place and the people here warm my heart. my soul. they make me feel alive when i feel so numb. dead to the world. like all the work i'm doing is getting me no where but farther in the hole.
life won't ever be 'picture perfect'. it isn't meant to be. and afterall, if it really was, would i be satisfied? if i didn't have to work for a thing in my life, if it all came easy to be, would i find it to be fulfilling? i was raised to believe that everything in life is worth working hard for. worth waiting for. it's all worth the fight and the pain in the end. because at the end of the day, the effort you put in is directly relevent to the outcome. and no matter what it is; it is perfect in itself. i create my life everyday, and everyday is the first day of the rest of my life. and i intend to live it to the fullest. even if i'm not a princess. and there isn't a fairy tale with a white horse to come sweep me away. life would be too easy that way...
so here's to life being hard. being worth it. every step of the way. gloves are off and i'm so ready for this fight =)
but that doesn't mean there isn't a small part of me that hopes the fairy tale will happen. at the end of the fight, i wanna come home to these. and my hot husband. =)
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