It makes me feel a multitude of emotions at once happy, hopeful, pensive, sober, sometimes sad and reminiscent or sometimes it just makes me day dream. I love wintertime nevertheless. At least I get to dress in my cute winter gear and look all….cute.
On another note, I feel that I am slowly molecule by molecule, breaking free of old habits and ways. I suffer the occasional setback, but I shake it out of my mind and set myself back on track again. ( I am not a recovering alcoholic or anything like that- but I might as well be- what I was on was the worst drug in the universe- IGNORANCE.) Maybe for the first time in a long time I am beginning to see clearly and I pray that God that I keep getting the clarity that is very slowly, like slime off a wall,seeping in.
It’s a slow painful process, but it’s there- and where there is slime, there is hope.
(Ok, that did not come out as nearly as poetic as I had hoped)