Recent months have brought me to a stopping point by slamming me into a brick wall. Again. I don't know how many times my head had to be slammed (really) before I stopped, looked up, cried out "Please, please make something "real" in my life." Life had come to the point of not much feeling real. It felt as though I was floating out there watching everyone else's life going on, moving forward, yet mine had become the stagnant green sitting next to that moss-covered pond.
Today was just a step. But indeed a step. I did something. I got up this morning, began busying myself and I did something worthwhile; and not good as in I treated myself to Subway.
Creator of my Soul, I thank you for showing me something real.
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