Someone suggested I write when I am struggling. I am glad I got a chance to read what I wrote this time last year. Was I really that happy? Did I mean all that I wrote? If so how can I so easily forget. *sigh. How I wish for a consistant level of joy. I suppose I wouldn't know it as joy if it was always the same. I am called a drama queen sometimes. Not for reasons you might think. I seem to draw to it or create. I say it seeks me out. Either way when things are going great the devil seems to mix everything up and I am left sorting out the good from the bad. Not always recognizing which is which.
Struggles I am having: feeling full. This fullness doesn't come from random strangers or past infatuations. I need to understand that I may not be completely full all the times but I should be happy with every moment I am. I am struggling. Please give me strength.
Ttfn
