I'm a quitter. You're a quitter too. Don't lie to yourself. People who are successful, aren't quitters. That's what "they" say. It isn't an admirable trait to be a quitter. I've felt a lot of guilt throughout my life for deciding so many things aren't for me and quitting... I quit high school... granted I still achieved my high school diploma within a few weeks. I scored well enough that my high school principal said that with a little effort, I could easily get scholarships to attend to my local community college... did I care? Did I take the incentive? No, I didn't. I quit school, why would I want to go to college?! Quitter. I had my first daughter in May of 2004. The year that my classmates were graduating. I was seventeen. I stayed home with her until she was about two and then got a part time job. I got pregnant again within six months of starting that job, and so I quit. Quitter. ...
I've been wanting to get back to blogging. I like to share.. t o connect with others... These are the reasons that I write...to share and to connect. It isn't that I think I'm a know-it-all, or even that I wish to express myself. It's that I know there's someone else, struggling like I am with something similar. Someone suffering. S omeone changing, Someone chugging along, while the blows just keep on coming. Someone inflicting pain that they're failing to see. Someone confused... someone stuck, lost, discouraged, weary--fill in the blank-- you get the point. We're all carrying heavy loads. It helps to know we can share the weight. If we don't share, it all builds, and becomes too much. .. For me, it can get so heavy that I start to feel unsteady. The worry, fear, stress, and constant buzzing in my head take over. I do write on Facebook when the urge hits, but I miss having a space all my own that anyone in the world can find... I only s...