I used to think that change was so subtle, you didn't know that it was happening until the transformation was already done. That has proven false for me lately.

Life started to actually happen

so quick, so fast
it started to smother me

I felt as if I was a tiny little mouse caught in a maze. Only there was no way out.

There is no way out.

The only thing that is left to do is turn around and face the future with a brave face, and tell it to kiss my ass I am not afraid anymore.

I also had no idea that I needed to be more humble about things, but that came and knocked my feet right out from under me, cowered me, and made me bow before it's presence. So I am taking all the advice it's feeding me and trying to live as if at any moment it will come back and pimp slap me back down to size.

To my left now lies two small lives I am responsible for. Did I ever really take care of myself before? How can I help them? How can I keep them safe, and give them everything they need? How can I do this alone?

The truth of the matter is, if I keep asking these questions I will do no justice for me or them. I just have to keep scratching at the door until a kind passionate soul opens it to let us in.

Giving up is no longer an option.

Being strong, capable and fighting harder than I ever fought before is the only that I can do.

I had to realize that change is simply a way of life. No matter how fast or slow it happens.

Once life actually starts

It's a beautiful thing.