Adventuring

Once again. With my wonderful boyfriend with a wild side who loves to be daring and go down unmarked back roads in Chaffee. We get lost, we get found, we hold hands the while time and I love every second of it. It'll be a year November 1. And it will be named one of the best years of my life. 💜

The sound

I love the way the sound of rain hits. Slow at first, like the beginning of a marathon race, but then it catches itself. The feet of a thousand stomping away at the dust on the Earth. And then it backs off again, letting the fastest fall the hardest. The rest fall lightly. A win may blow, Pushing the delicate drops down to the ground harder. But its all a part of the race. Thus creating the sound of rain.

As I sit

As I sit out here on the front porch, coffee cup in my hand and wearing sweats and my fuzziest north face, I quietly thank God for days like these. Chilly. Damp. Quiet. Foggy. Only the slight chirp of a bird to let me know I'm not the only thing here. And in this moment, I am happy. Peaceful. Satisfied to the core. What a beautiful Sunday.

Anxiety.

Hell Hath No Fury Like Anxiety On Earth.

and maybe that's a bold statement, but seriously- talk about stress a girl out. I can't handle the ups and downs and highs and lows and judgement and sacrifice and hurt and guilt and pain,
and this is starting to sound like something out of the Bible -
I guess everything Does in fact go back to that, but still yet, it's not what I'm talking about.

My life is a headache.

Haven't

Blogged in awhile. I guess it's my journal too. So I haven't fulfilled my duties lately.