The more I learn about myself the more I see why certain things happened in my past.
Slowly but surely I’m getting off the self pity wagon. There are people and things infinitely more important than myself in my life. They deserve the emotional attention I used to give myself.
Be strong, be proud, be honest, and above all, be kind.
Sometimes I don’t understand how I came to have such a perfect boyfriend.
He’s the most patient and trusting person I know and I am forever grateful for that.
When I get back from Oxford every single fucking person I know better call me “Old Sport” or I’m getting back on the plane.
Until I am back in your arms.
I can’t wait.
Oh and P.S. we will be in England and it will be amazing.
I miss the empowerment of dance.
I crave its release.
I miss dancing.
Dancing was me.
it wells up inside me
only secure breath
is the key to unwinding
talk. speak. But what if I’m wrong.
what if I’m crazy.
I wish feeling could cease.
But it can’t. This is who
Breathe. Smile. Stay awhile.