Lately

I have been busy but content.

I have been stressed, but inside me there is this feeling of inner peace that I don't quite understand.

I have been inspired by the world around me and the world within me.

I have written some crappy poetry for project april, but I am happy just to be writing at all.

I feel that someday, perhaps sooner than I ever anticipated, I will finally take the chance I need to take in order to do something worthwhile with my life.

It's a strange place I'm in, but I like it.