the light at the end of the tunnel
it is a teeny, tiny pinhole of a light, but it's out there and i'm heading straight for it.
life has a way of only throwing you as much as you can handle. sometimes in the midst of this, we forget that fact and can only see the struggle, the pain, the negative.
it is what it is. the fact that i am about to quote my father makes this post even more confusing (don't ask, it's been a long night) but i digress. so my father always told me "there is always something positive in every negative". and he really is right (gawd, this irritates me). as much as you hate to hear that when you are in the middle of a pity party, or a confusing situation or struggle or even a real honest to goodness crisis, it is always true.
there is a light. there is hope. you just have to take the first step and LOOK FOR IT. it's there. and so am i! i promise.