Sometimes what I blog really surprises me. I just wrote an email where I admit to writing strictly what I am thinking at that particular moment. It strikes me as being amazing how dark I was feeling a couple days ago. Honestly, its scary at times.
For the record as I was called out on this fact, no there is no interest in my coworker. He is this big, goofy, bald man who offered a listening ear. If anything I see him as a daddy as he is always talking about his two girls, which I find endearing.
Who am I? I am a person that is looking for Recognition. I want to feel like I am being heard. I'll admit to being needy at times. I'll admit to acting emotional. I'll even admit to being stubborn. But all that aside making me happy is an easy task.
Love is never a bad thing. It can just be a disconcerting experience. I know that it is something that needs to be constantly nurtured. I know that I'm going to have periods where I doubt it, I doubt everything, I just doubt me. The true fight is sticking through the pain.
"We are Here on Earth to do good to others. What the other's are here for I don't know." -W.H. Auden
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