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Life is strange. Everyone has their own path in life. Everyone has their own struggles and challenges. No two lives are ever the same. It's really interesting to me to meet someone with such a flair for life or someone who really has had to struggle through life. Like, life is not easy! Life is an adventure. Its like ur handed a set of cards, you have to play them, but how you choose to play them is your choice. My life is not where I thought it would be at being 26 years old. But it could be way worse. Who cares, I pay my rent, I pay my bills, my goals are within reaching distance, I make new goals every day, I work hard and I can play even harder. Life is a balancing act. In order for one part of ur life to be at peace u have to have the other areas of ur life just as balanced. My life, its my life and I like it. I see myself doing great things, as for now, where I am, its where I need to be, if it wasnt, then I wouldnt be here.  


"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."- Helen Keller

When I was younger I never thought about wanting to get married, buying a house and/or having children. That just wasn't me. I saw myself living in a busy city, late night dinners, socializing with my friends, going home to my badass loft with a dog, drinking wine after a long day at work. And in-between all that have an ideal relationship.

Crazy as life would have it, my life has been nothing like I ever dreamt it would be. There are so many things that I have experienced that I would never change, but then there are things that have happened in my life that I wish I could re-do or just even handle differently. I never planned on being laid off for a year, I never thought in my wildest dreams that it would be so hard to find a job! I've been working since I was 16 and never have I ever had this much trouble trying to get a job. I've always had something I could find. I am seriously shocked at how difficult it is to keep or even find a job now! And I absolutely hate it! I feel so useless! I started off young and so strong, but after being kicked around and knocked down its harder to get back up. I'm starting to question and doubt myself. The only thing I can do is keep my chin up and keep marching forward.

I cant let this bend in the road slow me down. I'm finally getting on the right path that i want to be on for school. It's been quite a challenge trying to figure out what and where i want my degree to take me. After several changes I'm feeling good about my next step towards getting my degree out of the way! And it really is so much less stressful knowing that I'm going to reach my goal!

I'm at the age where all my friends are getting married, having a home, settling down and having children. I just never saw myself in that setting. But honestly... I do see myself wanting that life. I want a husband, someone to love me and I want a family! I want to start that part of my life. I never thought I would say that. And it's not just because I see my friends doing it and if ur lucky enough to find ur soulmate. I'm always told that u have to go through all the crappy guys to get to a good guy. Well I think I've had my share of crappy guys. I just hope that I don't settle for someone that isn't my soulmate. Getting older and finally finding peace with myself, I want to share my life with someone. I've said " I don't want kids" since I was fifteen.... But what kind of life is that to be so alone? I don't want a lonely life. Not knowing what the future holds for me is scary and exciting! And I can't wait to start that part of my life! :-)


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The Violin and cello melody in this song is gorgeous 


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