Bright Yellow Flowers and Black and White Boots

Nobody knows what the day will hold.

I woke up in pain and determined that this would be a bad day, and then I talked to Laura and Heather, and Mom and little things made things better. Even just watching my favorite TV show and being able to laugh out loud, it felt freeing. Somedays you can't say what you feel so you sing and you write them down. I haven't been able to say what I feel in a while, my feelings haven't been great and I try to keep those inside so I don't bother others or make them feel bad, we all have enough to worry about as it is, but some days even though you are bound and determined that you shall wallow in your own depression, you get a call from your friend, you go on facebook and talk someone else into feeling better, you help out your mom so she's not late for work, you get called with last minute questions because you are the person people can trust to turn to, you go outside and you feel the Spring and you can't help but feel hope. The Spring always give hope, things start anew again, and you have another chance at life, and you may even have another chance at the day...

A Rush of Justice

For a moment tonight I felt a rush of justice. I felt as if the things that I carry are not meaningless and that for once someone had seen things for what they are.

It did not last long. It was just the briefest of flashes; really only a glance and then it was gone. People constantly let you down and sometimes those brief moments aren't enough and you have to sit down and literally count your blessings to make sure that it is worth it to feel your injustice and pain and stress and anxiety. I found 7 things to be thankful for today; just 7, but then again 7 is the Holiest of numbers, so maybe that is all that I needed.
Oh and some really loud music to drown out everything else.