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Friday, May 19, 2006

Headaches and Gratitude :)

It's another beautiful, perfect day today. I wish I could have internet access outside in the back yard, but the signal fades too weak. Ah well!

Have a bit of a headache and neckache this morning. But that's okay. I feel happy today! I have no idea why, but I've learned that it's generally stupid to question such fortunate circumstances, as that often results in their reversal.

I've been having fun with learning more about websites while working on this and my other blog. (I read somewhere that it's a violation of Blogger TOS to link your blogs together, so I won't link them. But you can see the other blog listed in my Blogger profile.) It's becoming a fun hobby. Learned a bit of java and added a code at the top of this page that says how many days sober I am -- that was fun :) I'd like to learn how to make other things too -- though I admit ... I'm easily intimidated ... CSS and java are a tad bit frightening for me O_O

Today, I am thankful for:

  • Being 43 days sober!
  • Coffee
  • Caffeine
  • Ice packs
  • Excedrin
  • Sun glasses
  • Water bottles
  • My adorable puppy, whose kindness and cuteness knows no bounds
  • My loving family
  • The noon meeting of AA, which helps me to keep my day on track
  • The Wednesday/Friday 8pm meeting of AA, which teaches me how to have fun with this disease
  • The beautiful weather
  • My blogs
  • The people who read my blogs. If you didn't read them, I'd stop posting, lol
  • And last but most, I'm thankful for the love of God, which I don't deserve but receive anyway

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Live in the Spirit of Love


You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
--Henry Drummond


One Drink Away

I recently came across an old journal entry that I made October 2, 2005 (when I was drinking):

i stop and wonder about my purpose in life, and why my mind is filled with haze ... i've never felt so lost before. it's like i'm watching life happen as if it were a bad dream, too scared to act out. i watch situations unfold before me and feel powerless to influence them. i look down at my hands and remember their ability to build or destroy, and realize that my life itself has that same power. my very existance can build good things, or it can destroy good things. right now, i'm destroying good things, and wondering why i can't stop. it's like being in an airplane engaged in a nosedive -- i've got to pull out of that dive -- but every time i try, i fail.

i've been drinking alot. i've tried to stop numerous times, but have been unsuccessful. although i was able to stop drinking for 12 days -- that's the best i've done so far.

i don't know what to do ... i don't know who to turn to ... but i can't bear to see everything continuing to crumble before me ... my hands can't fix it, and my heart is becoming more and more crushed, and that bottle is looking more and more like a savior ... if i drink enough, it will end everything ... if i can't fix it, oh please let it end ...

It sounds pretty bad, but it was actually written long before I hit the bottom. I obviously knew that I had a problem with alcohol, and that my life was out of control. But I didn't admit to being an alcoholic.

I don't remember much from that time in my life. But I remember that my entire life revolved around when I'd be able to drink again.

I remember being stuck at work and constantly craving a drink. I remember drinking when I got home from work, and on weekends. I remember leaving work EARLY so I could come home and drink. I was constantly sick and hung over. I remember sneaking drinks in and lying to my boyfriend about not drinking.

I also remember my relationship with my boyfriend crumbling at this time, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. As far as I was concerned, everything was completely hopeless. Another drunk entry conveys that same sense of hopelessness [here].

I am so glad that those days are over. I'm no longer stuck in that haze. But I bitterly regret being unable to make better decisions during that terrible time, because they negatively affected those around me. At least today, I can do the right thing -- things that were once impossible for me to even HOPE of doing. I'm so grateful for that.

Those are days I don't want to relive. Ever.

But they're only one drink away.

It's Beautiful Today!

It's a beautiful day today. I can't get over the perfect breeze and sunshine! It's just like something from out of a movie.

It would be a great day to go to the park and take pictures :) Maybe I could go for a run too. I've just gotten over the soreness from the last run two weeks ago, lol. (yeah, I'm a wimp!)

Spring is an amazing season. You get to witness nature coming alive again. It's quite inspirational to me -- because I'd like to come alive again myself :)

Today, I am grateful ...

  • to be 42 days, 10 hours, 53 minutes, and 3668035 heartbeats sober!
  • for the beautiful breeze and sunshine
  • for the new life of spring
  • for the opportunity to seize the day today
  • for my loving family and adorable puppy
  • for all of the wonderful people who read my blog, and who provide encouragement (you're the best!)
  • for the grace and love of God, who lets me start over

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Importance of Gratitude

It's so easy to get caught up in bad feelings and bad memories. It's easy to get depressed and angry. Most people can get depressed and angry all they want. But if I get depressed and angry, I'll lose control and drink. I desperately don't want to drink -- anything but that!!!

Probably one of the best ways to prevent slipping into that mess is to be thankful. So what if the shame of my past brings me to tears? I HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO THINGS RIGHT TODAY! So what if I feel tired all the time? I HAVE A BODY THAT CAN BREATHE, EAT, AND WALK ON ITS OWN! So what if my car got a new dent on it? I HAVE A CAR -- AND IT WORKS! To every annoyance, there's a reason to be thankful.

It just seems that my wayward tendency to lose perspective is fueled by taking things for granted.

I rarely see the value of what I have ... until it's gone. So, I must train myself to think differently. I need to see the value of things BEFORE I lose them :)

So, I'm going to follow the leads of some other alcoholic bloggers, and start making a "Gratitude List" every day. Might as well start today.

Today, I am Thankful for ...

  • Being sober!
  • My loving family and adorable puppy that make me feel needed and valued
  • My car didn't get a flat tire today -- like William's truck did ... @_o;
  • My PC and laptop are working great
  • OMG I HAVE a laptop!
  • The weather was absolutely beautiful today -- like a gift from God
  • A certain group of AA that meets to HAVE FUN as well as grow
  • the birds
  • and the bees
  • and the flowers
  • and the trees
  • and ... etc
Okay well I guess that wasn't too bad for a first try ... will do better tomorrow.

O Appetite, where art thou?

Starting to wonder if I'll ever have an appetite again. I've lost 33 pounds since I stopped drinking in January. The weight loss would have been wonderful if I had lost the weight due to exercise and diet, but that just isn't the case. I simply stopped eating.

I've had nothing but a carrot and a banana today, and I'm FULL. Had to force myself to eat half of a roast beef sandwich yesterday. I just don't want to eat anymore. The thought of food makes me feel sick.

I've talked with other alcoholics about it, but everyone else has experienced the opposite effect -- increased appetite. I guess I'm just weird or something. In the mean time, I'm grateful that my problem isn't in reverse. It's nice to be able to wear my old "thin" clothes again :)

Study: Women More Easily Addicted

A recent study has found that that the addiction gender-gap is closing: more females are suffering from various types of addiction, and it takes less time and exposure for females to become addicted than males.

Other interesting info:

  • Most recovery programs were developed for males.
  • Only 38% of addiction treatment centers offer services that address the specific needs of females.
  • Only 8% of females who need help actually get it.
  • Physicians are less likely to consider and diagnose addiction in females, and are 48% more likely to prescribe narcotics or other mood-altering medications to females, even though females are twice as likely as males to develop secondary addictions to those types of medications.
It's a scary, scary world out there.

See the original article here.

I find it interesting that this study has verified what the Big Book states:
To be gravely affected, one does not necessarily have to drink a long time nor take the quantities some of us have. This is particularly true of women. Potential female alcoholics often turn into the real thing and are gone beyond recall in a few years (33).

For other female alcoholics, I highly recommend "A Woman's Way Through The Twelve Steps" by Stephanie S. Covington. It addresses issues specific to females that the Big Book neglects to mention. It's been a great help for me, and I hope it can help you too.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

The Drunk New Priest

Came across this, thought it was hilarious ...

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.

The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip."

So the next Sunday, he took the monsignor's advice.

At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon return to his office after mass he found the following note on his door:

Sip the vodka, don't gulp.

There are 10 commandments, not 12.

There are 12 disciples, not 10.

Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.

Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.

We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior, and Spook.

David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him.

When David was hit by a rock and knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.

We do not refer to the cross as the big T!

When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he said, "Take this and eat it, for it is my body", he did not say,"Eat me."

The Virgin Mary is not referred to as the "Mary with the cherry."

The recommended grace before a meal is not: "Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, yeah God."

Next Sunday there will be a taffy-pulling contest at St Peter's, not a peter-pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

From www.recoverylane.com

Enlarge the Future

"Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future."
--Paul Boese

How true that is ...

Whaddya know?

Just got back from an AA meeting. The topic was ... (drumroll please) ... Acceptance. That elusive yet necessary THING that I need.

It's easy to say I "accept" a situation. Sure -- I accept everything. I'm just pissed off about the things I don't like. But that's the problem!

True acceptance requires growing into a spiritual state from which to view the world. When some old resentment creeps in and upsets me, that's an indication that I'm not in a healthy spiritual state. If I am in a healthy spiritual state when a resentment creeps in, I would feel peace concerning that resentment, rather than sadness or anger. It wouldn't bother me. I could smile, feel grateful, and move on with my day. So acceptance requires spiritual health.

The Bible has a list of things called the "Fruit of the Spirit". Basically, it means that if your life is producing these things right now, then you are living in a healthy spiritual state:

  • Love
  • Joy
  • Peace
  • Patience
  • Kindness
  • Goodness
  • Faithfulness
  • Gentleness
  • Self-Control

I think it's a good guide to help me approximate my spiritual health. Lately, my life has NOT been producing those attributes. So I need to step back and change my focus to a more spiritual direction. I think that this mysterious element of "Acceptance" (and ultimately, peace and happiness) depends on it.

Monday, May 15, 2006

A Review

Moving this blog was a total pain. But I'm so glad that I did it!

You see, I had to copy and paste each blog entry and comment from the old blog over to this one -- reformatting the entries to fit the Blogger template and manually adjusting the dates and times on entries and comments to keep an accurate record. During the process, I actually READ my blog entries for the first time in a long time.

I must say, it's a miracle that anyone has ever been a "steady" reader of my blog. I grew so aggravated with the circular thinking. I'd spout some word of wisdom in one entry, then in the next entry, despair over something agonizingly stupid. I was tempted to delete all of those stupid entries, but I didn't.

I want to say a big "THANK YOU" to everyone who has provided a word of wisdom or encouragement -- because you have all been amazingly patient with me.

Over the past five months, I thought I had made spiritual progress. But I see now that I allowed my resentments to hijack my life.

I've assumed the roles of both "victim" AND "villain". I mourned the wrongs inflicted upon me, and I mourned the transgressions I inflicted upon others. But the victim/villain obsession grew so strong that my life manifested the conflicting misery of both.

I guess I need to work on Acceptance. It's easy to say, "I accept this situation". But it's difficult to remain unphased when the emotions boil over again later. That's where I get into trouble ...

The Lifeguard

This Google video shows how lifeguards take their breaks:



Hey -- it was time for another laugh!

:P

Testing, 1-2-3!

Welcome to the new Blogger home for the former MSN Spaces blog, "I need a drink -- wait, no I don't!" I hope you like it!

I imported all of the entries and comments BY HAND, and it took FOREVER. I'm still fooling around with the skin/template. Given my limited experience with technical stuff, I'm suprised this page loaded for you :D

Here are some of the new features/benefits the blog will receive for moving to Blogger:

Most Google videos can now be seen from within the post, rather than having to click on an external link. Comments can be posted by anyone, without needing a special account to do so. The most recently-made comments are displayed in the right-hand menu.

As for subscription options, you can now subscribe to receive new entries via email -- instead of having to visit the blog. There is also an RSS option as well. I'm crossing my fingers that these actually work -- I've never set anything up like this before. Please let me know if something isn't working.

Thanks for following over. I hope you like the changes :)

~tkdjunkie

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Drunk Monkeys?

This is an [interesting story] about the behavior of monkeys. Monkeys consume alcohol very similarly to humans, in that some drink in moderation while others drink until they pass out. Monkeys in isolation drink more than monkeys in social settings -- much like people.

Overall, it's an interesting article. Perhaps one of these days, doctors will have a better understanding of alcoholism.

Special thanks to "Aubrew" for sending in the story :)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Let the Flowers Bloom



When I was a little girl, I loved flowers -- especially big beautiful flowers with nice fragrances. I loved to walk up to the prettiest bloom, and smell of its soft petals.

One time when I was very little, my mother planted some pretty flowering plants. But they were not ready to bloom yet. All of the stalks were crowned with little green buds. I asked why the flowers had not come out, and mom said it would take some time for the buds to bloom into flowers.

I waited for a few minutes, assuming that I could watch the buds bloom. But they never bloomed. They never grew or even moved! This was quite disconcerting for a child of my age. I soon grew restless and went away for a bit to play with some toys.

When I came back to the flowers later, the buds still had not bloomed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, my fingers impatiently caressed one of the soft green buds. I examined it closely. I could see the gentle creases where the green bud would separate for the flower to bloom.

Then another bud nearby caught my attention. A thin slice of pink peeked out from the bud. These flowers were going to be pink! My entire soul danced with giddiness -- I simply could not wait for the flowers to bloom!

Carefully stroking the peeking pink petal, the thought came to me: Perhaps I could help the flower to bloom. The poor flower wants to come out. Maybe it just needs some help getting out of that green bud. Yes! That is it!

I held my breath and carefully pulled apart the green bud so that the flower could come out. To my consternation, the flower inside was ugly and pitiful! I did not understand what was wrong with it.

I asked mom what was wrong with the flower. She explained that we have to wait for the flowers to open by themselves.

I did not like that answer. From my perspective, I had waited long enough for that flower to bloom. I thought I was helping it when I pulled the bud apart.

But being so young, it did not take long for me to find other distractions to fill my thoughts. I soon forgot about the flowers.

Many naptimes and playtimes later, I was delighted to see big beautiful pink flowers. When I smelled of their soft, fragrant petals, I noticed the dead bud that my tiny fingers had pried open long ago.

I felt silly for trying to force that flower to bloom. The other flowers had managed to bloom much better by themselves! It took time, yes -- but it was well worth it. I never pried apart another bud again.

Sometimes today, I look at situations in my life in the same way. I see many "buds" that I would like to hurry along. And sometimes I try to force them to open.

By nature, I am incredulous to the notion that my "assistance" can ruin a budding opportunity. But all of my unwanted circumstances today are the result of my "assistance" in past situations.

Just as flowers must blossom in their own time, God's work in my life must blossom in its own time. If I force it, good opportunities are reduced to nothing more than destroyed buds.

I need to step back ... and allow the buds to blossom on their own.

"God, Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and the Wisdom to know the difference. Amen."

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Story of the Nonconformist Sparrow

Once upon a time, there was a nonconformist sparrow who decided to not fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather had turned so cold that he reluctantly decided to fly south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings, and he fell to earth nearly frozen solid, landing in a barnyard.

A cow passed by where the sparrow had fallen and crapped on the little bird. The sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings! Warm and happy and able to breath, the sparrow started to sing. Just then, a large cat came by and heard the chirping. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him.

The moral of the story: Everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy; everyone who gets you out of crap is not necessarily your friend; and if you're warm and happy in a pile of crap, you might just want to keep your mouth shut.


From www.the-jokes.com

Monday, May 08, 2006

Being Thankful

I am taking too much for granted. There are so many things to be thankful for. Sure, my off-the-wall emotions are tearing me up like a bulldog destroying a newspaper. But that's okay. I've got a roof over my head, a loving family, financial stability, and a broadband connection It doesn't get much better than that! :D

Really though. Just got to thinking earlier about how wonderful it is to finally be able to sleep through the night -- without "coming to" at 3am to gasp for air because my body forgot to breathe. It's great to wake up in the morning without needing a drink to calm my trembling hands, pounding head, and churning stomach.

The amazing thing is, I no longer need to take a drink to function through a day ... and that is a priceless miracle in itself. I never thought I would be able to function for any length of time without a drink. It's great to see that it's possible now.

Update: Doughboy Survives!

In a previous blog entry, I explained that someone had kidnapped the Pillsbury Doughboy and was holding him hostage under threat of being baked.

[Click Here to See the Original CNN Video]

CNN now reports that the chubby, giggly fellow has been released from his captors, much to the relief of hard core Pillsbury fanatics everywhere.

[Click Here to See the Conclusive CNN Video]

That kind of puts me in the mood to do some baking ... mwooo hahahaha ...



Emotional Rollarcoaster

I haven't felt proper emotions for over a year. Now I'm starting to feel everything all at once in some kind of delayed reaction, and it's very overwhelming. I have no idea how to cope with it all.

I'm either:
1) completely apathetic
2) feeling emotions of love and devotion that I should have felt a year ago but was too numb to feel them at the time
3) feeling incredibly hurt, sad, angry, lonely and confused all at the same time

The opposite ends of the emotional spectrum alternate every five minutes. My brain is misfiring or something ... and I feel like I'm going crazy. It CAN'T be possible to live like this!

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Be Done With It

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Some days ...

Feeling restless, irritable, and discontent today. So tempted to throw my hands up and walk away from everything. I don't want to drink. I just want to get away.

Been sober for 30 days straight. Again. Everybody congratulated me when I picked up my 30-day medallion at AA this morning. But it feels so unsettling for some reason. If I hadn't relapsed, I'd be celebrating four months of sobriety instead of one. I hate these stupid "anniversaries".

Just feel angry at myself for relapsing over something so trivial and stupid. "OMG my boyfriend left me and I wanna dieeee!" "I've lost my best friends booo hoooooo!" "I feel so lonely ONOZ!" Whatever. Emotions are stupid. Feelings are stupid. Life is stupid.

Whenever you're happy, sadness of equal intensity will follow. And vice versa. So if you just don't allow yourself to get happy over anything, then you'll never be disappointed when it all comes crashing down on you. Because in the end, it all comes crashing down. Always.

Nothing good ever lasts. So you can either enjoy it while you have it, then get devastated when it's over ... or you can refuse to acknowledge it, and never notice when it's over.

The choice is always the same: dare to be happy, or "play it safe". I'm tired of making that choice ... I want to run away and hide.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Listen to Your Whisper


"None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

Postal Doughboy


_________________NEWSFLASH_________________

CNN has reported that the Doughboy is missing, and is being held hostage under threat of being baked. [See CNN Video]

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Look Fear in the Face


"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you stop to look fear in the face."
-Eleanor Roosevelt

The Battle Against the First Drink

Alcoholism is a battle against taking "the first drink".

From the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous:

We alcoholics are men and women who have lost the ability to control our drinking. We know that no real alcoholic ever recovers control. All of us felt at times that we were regaining control, but such intervals -- usually brief -- were inevitably followed by still less control, which led in time to pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization. We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are in the grip of a progressive illness. Over any considerable period we get worse, never better (30).

Despite all we can say, many who are real alcoholics are not going to believe they are in that class. By every form of self-deception and experimentation, they will try to prove themselves exceptions to the rule, therefore nonalcoholic. If anyone who is showing inability to control his drinking can do the right-about-face and drink like a gentleman, our hats are off to him. Heaven knows, we have tried hard enough and long enough to drink like other people! (31)

We do not like to pronounce any individual as alcoholic, but you can quickly diagnose yourself. Step over to the nearest barroom and try some controlled drinking. Try to drink and stop abruptly. Try it more than once. It will not take long for you to decide, if you are honest with yourself about it. It may be worth a bad case of jitters if you get a full knowledge of your condition (31-32).

What sort of thinking dominates an alcoholic who repeats time after time the desperate experiment of the first drink? Friends who have reasoned with him after a spree which has brought him to the point of divorce or bankruptcy are mystified when he walks directly into a saloon. Why does he? Of what is he thinking? (35)

Whatever the precise definition of the word may be, we call this plain insanity. How can such a lack of proportion, of the ability to think straight, be called anything else? (37)

But the actual or potential alcoholic, with hardly an exception, will be absolutely unable to stop drinking on the basis of self-knowledge (39).

The alcoholic at certain times has no effective mental defense against the first drink. Except in a few rare cases, neither he nor any other human being can provide such a defense. His defense must come from a Higher Power (43).

"Normal" people can take a first drink, and stop halfway through. They can walk away from a beer or a glass of wine that is only halfway consumed -- and think nothing of it. They can walk away and never give a second thought to the remaining contents of that glass. Normal people can do that. Alcoholics cannot. An alcoholic would AGONIZE over leaving anything behind -- it is the ultimate torture.

Once a tiny bit of alcohol reaches alcoholic blood, it unleashes a true "Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde" transformation. The alcoholic loses all control.

For an alcoholic, that first drink is symbolic of jumping off a cliff: once I jump, I will fall until I hit the ground. I cannot "control" my fall -- I am powerless over gravity. In the same way as an alcoholic, I am powerless over alcohol. And once I take that first drink, I will lose control over my alcohol consumption, and I will drink until physically incapacitated.

To make matters more complicated, the alcoholic mind is bent on denying the facts. Right now as I write this, I know that I can never take even a tiny sip of alcohol. If I do, I will lose control of my drinking and I will "fall" until I hit rock bottom. But in a few hours (or even minutes), vivid thoughts of enjoying a glass of wine will fill my thinking. I will smell it, taste it, and even feel the rush from the alcohol through my veins. I will begin to feel that I can control my drinking this time, and I will seriously consider drinking. I will devise plans and excuses to make that drink possible. My mind will obsess over it until I arrive at an emotional breaking point.

That's precisely why they say that alcoholism is a mental illness -- a type of insanity. Regardless of what I know to be true, I will convince myself otherwise. It's only by the grace of God that I abstain from alcohol. If left to my own devices, I will drink today.
The alcoholic at certain times has no effective mental defense against the first drink. Except in a few rare cases, neither he nor any other human being can provide such a defense. His defense must come from a Higher Power (43).

I am unable to stay sober on my own power. Even with everything I know about alcoholism -- my mind will inevitably twist it, and I will fall again.

I hear in AA that we must begin and end every single day on our knees in prayer. We begin the day asking God to keep us sober, and we end the day by thanking Him for keeping us sober. And the more that I practice this, the more I see how vital it is.

Every sober day is a true miracle. It's a battle that has been won with God's help. I'm grateful to have that help available to me today.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Out of a Job?

If you're jobless (as I am), you may find Odd Todd's cartoons pretty funny. Like many Americans, he got laid off over a year ago, but still can't find a decent job. So he made a series of cartoons and games on his website, taking a hilarious view on this common plight.


[Click Here to Watch Flashtoon]



Find more Odd Todd creations [here].

Listen ... and smile

There's no better place to be than sitting on the swing during a warm and sunny day, the gentle breeze stirring soft whispers through the leaves in the towering trees, as sunshine and shadow dance in the grass below. Lightly rocking in the swing with my book, I stop to enjoy the chorus of nature swirling around me.

Some people imagine God's voice sounding loud and thunderous. I imagine it being soft and subtle, the gentlest sound in the world, one that we all hear every day but rarely notice. As the wind nestles the leaves in the trees, what faint whispers pass our ears and our hearts unnoticed?

Begin Where You Are


"Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was."
-Richard L. Evans

Monday, May 01, 2006

Maybe ...

Maybe he's born with it.
Maybe it's Maybelline.