It's been quite a while since I've blogged. Life has been so overwhelming, I was either at a loss for words, or too many words would come out of my mouth at one time...too many to fit onto one blog at one time, and be able to organize it in a way for you the reader to even attempt to understand it. I don't know why, if its spring, or if its age, but every time my birthday comes, so does change. Change in directions I never saw coming.
You may say that for 24 years I have learned to be a very good, large, adept doormat. I'm going to be 25 in [less than two] days, and I'm doing my best to roll myself back into, at the very least, a small welcome sign. I'm doing this the best way I know how. It isn't an easy thing to do. When you don't demand any kind of respect, and then all of a sudden, you might want a tiny bit. It is much easier to try to deal with the pain of being disrespected, disenfranchised, and unseen ; then to try to fight for respect from others...that you yourself at times feel is undeserving.
Putting puzzle pieces together is one thing, they fit quite nicely, and the story is already there on the box. Putting something broken together is another more daunting task. It looks and feels impossible. If done incorrectly, the piece could shatter.
