Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

And what doesn't kill you along the way, drops you to your knees and sucks the very breath out of you! Often times, I have gasped for air hoping at some point I will finally be able to breathe with ease. Catching my breath while hyperventilating is not an easy feat. It is only when I have fallen to the floor and I have cried hysterically because I could not  figure anything out, exhausting every single emotion, to only find it was time to stand again and just go do anything. Resilience is a remarkable trait. It's the one thing I have in common with a rubber band. I keep trying to bounce back a little stronger...stretching myself as far as I can to find direction, purpose and meaning... and a whole other road to travel. I realized I had ... had enough when I took my last road trip.  It finally all came together... I was grieving the loss of many years with someone I had put my life stock in. In the years after his disappearance, I desperately was trying to regain my health

Crazy was what crazy could be... something about attraction and chemistry, something about banter and wit, something about recognizing a wild spirit and wanting to be a part of it. That is what she wanted... and what she craved. Domestication was so over rated... but really there was nothing wrong with wanting it either or least the good parts of it. Some ground to build something... some kind of base for stability. Isn't that what everybody wanted? ( at least for some sound portion of their life) She should not have been made to feel bad because in a heightened discussion the mere mention of building (in theory)... a life... a future, she was shot down and rejected in horror with shock. Shaking her head in confusion she couldn't get it through his head she did not mean tomorrow. It was a random comment a figure of speech  and sincerely not meant at that time in any literal sense but Good god, she thought, " that's how you find out what someone wants. You throw out