I don’t tell too much about me on here, and the timing is still not right to tell my story. Yet, I know I must share it eventually. The problem is I feel like I’m still writing the most important parts :).
I’m sharing this much because I’ve overheard a few comments from people who assume I have it ALL together. They see the degrees, certifications, nice car, fly shoes, and think my *ish doesn’t stink. It does. Sometimes, more than even I think I can bear. But I do it anyways; not for the envy, the whispers, nor the Joneses. Bearing and surviving the many blows of life is all I know how to do, and if I can look good in the process, then so be it!
The accomplishments are nice, but so much more is missing! I can feel the lack, I’m just not entirely sure in which department it’s seeping from: love? family? professional?
education? social? Eh, I cannot say.
My biggest problem right now is a fear of being impatient. Should I try to interrogate any of these departments right now, by myself, head-on? For instance, I’ve been researching adoption and foster care; but what if I wait one more year and in walks my prince charming–finally arriving on foot from that long journey Oprah talked about (lol!)–ready to start our own family?? I mean, it’s late/early, and I’m just rambling. I don’t know.
But, then again, who does?
#Peace, #love, #prosperity