As you can imagine, it really only stole what I let it (in a philosophical sense of course, I had no choice in the flame-licking fun).
And so, it is necessary that I declare death on the past, for it really is dead (or crispy, if you will).
I need to be focussed on the now and the "what will be", because allowing death to dominate does nothing but kill my knowledge.
"Knowledge is thirst" and I think I need a cocktail. A really, really big cocktail; I deserve it.
So please, my friends, join me on my journey from scared to striking.
This journey begins with two resolutions ('tis the season):
-> My nails (fingers and feet) will remain polished and pristine
-> My story, titled "Blown Apart", will be finished, and I will finally let go.
To start my life as a fresh faced wonder, I plan on purchasing some fabulous foundation (aka makeup). Nothing too heavy, and nothing to light - I need something just right.
Any suggestions ladies and gents?
Facing my freedom,