bald facts

so. i'm going to be forty in fewer years than i'd like to admit. no matter what, god willing. i'm going to be forty in not-so-many years.

i ask myself this:
will i be happy if i'm doing then what i'm doing now? if nothing in my life changed, would i be satisfied?


the answer is a resounding "no."


so then it's time for baby steps.
i gotta take baby steps to get to where i want to be.

phew.
there was a time, not so long ago, when i was not capable of looking forward. not at all. it's not that i didn't want to, it's that i couldnot. i didn't have the ability. that may not surprise some of you, but just now, justnow, i am able to see how far i have come. praise god for the healing he brings.

and for the record, i'm not sleepy again. yet. again.
insomnia is gross. and mean.

The break up

Dear Insomnia,
Remember how we dated awhile back? And we when broke up I told you to go and jump in the lake?

New month. Same rules.

Happy to be your ex,
Mama

alpha bravo charlie...

so. an update from heatherville: i can't fall asleep.
whiskey.
tango.
foxtrot.

there's something to be said for consistency you know.