Hope is Heaven.

Life is good. For once, I can honestly say that. I started a new job, Man Alive, in my local mall. You can go to manalive.com to see what they sell and to see if you have one in your town. It's nice. School is over. College begins on June the eighth. I'm scared. My life is just beginning. I have so much to learn and look forward to. My graduation was a reminder of how far I have come. How far I struggled through every obstacle thrown in my path. I overcame.

I saw him on Tuesday. I didn't recognize him from the back. There was a large tattoo upon his left calf. His hair was short. He was dressed differently. And, he had a new addition to his right arm. A girl. About 5'6", short black hair, medium frame. I never saw her face. I passed him and I never blinked. I never dropped a tear. I kept walking, and I never looked back. I am proud. I overcame.

I am beginning to be the young woman I always dreamed. It is however a slow process. It takes time. Many years, I've heard. I'm prepared for the worst.

Hope to be strong and to be determined is what is getting me to the Heavens.

Comments

Sage Ravenwood said…
Congratulations on the new job and getting through school dear friend. Time will make it easier to bear, your stronger for it...(Hugs)Indigo
May 28, 2009 at 10:09 PM
Shadow said…
new job, new outlook on life... enjoy!!!!
May 29, 2009 at 4:31 AM
Anonymous said…
Yahoo congrats girl! cheering for ya
May 30, 2009 at 7:20 AM
SharoninWonderland said…
Indigo, Shadow, and Abbey, thanks to all. The job is going well as of now. I am a sales woman haha, it's quite exciting.
June 9, 2009 at 5:29 PM
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