" I've had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do
Like...."
[insert moments here], but I realize that none of that matters. The only thing that matters is the here and now... and well, I wouldn't consider this one of those moments. Sitting here working on projects for an organization that has been a part of my life for the last four years, I can't help but feel nostalgic for those moments of the past. I know that there will be moments in the future, but I am neither anticipating or focusing on them. For once, I am living in the present, which scares me a bit. There is no security in the present. The past is secure because you know what to expect from it, good or bad- the memories themselves never change. The future feels protected because it is distant and there is always time to at least attempt to change it. The present, though, that is unpredictable. It changes every moment...
" Lookin' at me now you might not know it
But I've had my moments"
What is this place?
I'm just a small town girl, living in a big city or so they tell me. Welcome to my world - where no place feels like home, and everyone feels like family. My aspirations are simple: serve God, love people, and laugh whenever possible.
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
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