Every weekday the alarm on my Droid phone goes off at 5am, inevitably bringing to an end whatever peculiar dreams I was having. The sun rises earlier and earlier as summer approaches but I'm still up and at it before its done yawning and stretching its way up over the hills. I love getting up early in the summer and watching the sky lighten with the dawn of a new day. Life is too precious to waste it lying in bed when nature is putting on such a glorious display. As the days get warmer (hopefully) I'm going to start walking my loyal pooch in these early hours and it will be interesting to see what examples of country creatures are out and about before the sun rises. Every day is an adventure here in the country and I do my best to take in and appreciate every new moment.
Today is my closest and longest friend's birthday and I wish we could get together and go dancing tonight. She and I both deserve a night of fun for everything we've gone through and the battles we continue to fight. I do believe in soul mates and she is mine. We understand each other so well and I hope she knows that I will always have her back! I am the kind of person who will be the most loyal friend you've ever known if you earn a place in my heart. Friendship goes both ways though and I'm not a doormat and I will not allow myself to be mistreated and used. I am pretty darn easygoing so losing my friendship takes some serious effort. I have walked away from few friendships in my life but my collection of friends is very small. I have a small loyal group of comrades who understand and love all my quirks. If you can't accept me for who I am and see that I shine with my own unique light then it is truly your loss. I do no say that out of conceit because I consider myself a fairly humble person. I am an unforgettable force and my memory will endure long after people mistakenly let me slip from their lives. Taio Cruz's song "Make It Last Forever" just came on from my playlist....so fitting.
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