I have been meaning to start a blog for the longest time. I have to say that it's hard getting me to stare at a computer screen and jot things down that are swimming in my mind. In a sense, I'm old-fashioned. I prefer the black ink on paper. I like the scratched out words of imperfection.
My life is more confusing now that it has been
in a long time my whole life. Aspirations and dreams of a five-year-old seem more impossible than ever.
The y Years have passed. The little girl is a
woman, a woman wanting to do so many things with so little time.
Love of family and loved ones keep me grounded and energized to attempt those
what seem to be impossible unattainable goals. Daily capsules keep me conscious ^enough to focus on fighting for and realizing those dreams.
This platform allows me to
help me disperse emotions held within disperse emotions held within in the form of words, and hopefully ^will serve to clear the fog
on the glass that clouds the mirror to my future.
Black ink on paper can be crossed out and rewriting, but what was once was there is not gone. It remains as a reminder that tells us we have the option to change what has happened and help shape the future we want for ourselves.
Black ink on paper can be crossed out and rewritten, but what was once was there is not gone. It remains as a reminder that teaches us to learn from our mistakes and let those lessons help shape the future we want to lead.
--vero
