The gifts of the South...

©brokenimagery

I have spoken of Chapter II...however, I don't know that I fully grasped it until this last evening. Seeing old friends this last week has confirmed the person I grew to love years ago- myself. I saw something within their reflection of the woman I am that I never witnessed before. It was, and still is a beautiful gift- one that brings life to the almost lifeless...

Somehow, over time, and in my departure of leaving the South, I retracted back to old behaviors. Whether it be from social circumstances, entangled partnerships, or just be it life, I lost myself. I've been asked why I am just now entering "Chapter II" of my life, as I have seen days come and go, often long, dark, and drawn out; so lifeless. But I made it- there was just a lot of prefaces, and indexes. To know, that I am at a fresh, new beginning is so freeing...scary...beautiful...and mysterious, all at the same time. 

I used to think I had a grasp on things because of what I have already been through- but I don't. It has taken a lot of strength to look at my life experiences and know that it (life) is just starting. I take the struggle of the past and make it a beautiful weapon to guard me through this journey. As I have said before with strife and a mighty declaration, and must believe; For I am me, and so much more. 

*However, I feel that I must note this: It is hot here. Incredibly humid, sticky, and just flat out kind of miserable. I don't know how I ever did it, but thank-you- for the "warm" welcome my dear friend, Atlanta.
Love, me.