A Little Song of Happiness
I am an explorer. I am an adventurer. I am an artist, a creator, a photographer and a novice writer. I am a dancer. I am a wanderer. I am a daughter, a sister, a wife and a best friend. I am an encourager, and I am a dreamer.
I tried for years on end to be a 'city girl'. As the cliche goes, 'You can take the girl out of the country...'. I love fishing with my daddy, and I hide my tears every time he untangles my line.
I keep my mother's face powder in my makeup bag and smell it when I miss her.
I have a extraordinary connection with animals.
I am smitten by the sounds of crashing water and bluesy guitar licks.
I love pin ups, classic cars, pitbulls and tattoos.
I feel pretty in cheap sunglasses and Converse.
I hate shopping, but antique stores are my favorite.
Telephones drive me insane. I hate my computer. They both consume too much my time.
My television was my worst investment.
I love the smell of fresh coffee but have a love affair with hot tea.
I tend to fall in love with colors on and long trips on my bike.
I have creative thoughts of colorful walls and cursive writings.
I want to take an art class for lettering; and practice more than I ever have before.
I love the color white, but I tend to sling blueberry juice on every inch of it.
Bleach and I have a love-hate relationship.
I love Post-it notes, planners and highlighters.
I have a strange addiction for pens and journals.
I want to take a writing class; and actually listen this time.
I dream in color and have visions; I should probably start writing those down.
I am afraid of people reading my work.
I daydream about traveling all over the world and photographing every moment of it.
I yearn to dance, laugh, and love every single day, for the rest of my life.
I've come to realize rainy days and being sick are the only things that make me stop.
I wonder how I can live like there is no tomorrow when I love to plan for the future.
I've discovered that I did not go to college for a degree, but to learn to love myself. There, God and I became friends again.
I learned how to cry at the age of 30, and was shown what it means to truly forgive.
Now I cry when others succeed, especially when they think they couldn't.
Lord, I know it's a lot, but I'm asking for more. Teach me to love, teach me to pray, teach me Father, and lead me Your way.