I am so very grateful that I appreciate having a humble life. Just seeing the simple things and truly seeing that quality is so much more important than quantity. And that sentimental and memorable is SO much more valuable than something brand new.

I look at my belongings and I see the faces of all the kind, wonderful friends, who shared with me and helped me so tremendously! They are not just coffee and end tables….or dining table and chairs…or the TV stand or the bed! My little sister and all the good friends I knew in Phoenix, really came through to help me rebuild. And I’ve never gotten rid of those things. I still have them, because they symbolize love and caring of people who didn’t have to help, but chose to.

I am grateful for every single moment of hardship, heartaches, loss or trauma. I know that every single loss, was intended to build my strength, belief, hopes and dreams. I am so fortunate that all hardship has not hardened my heart or made me jaded. One thing that IS on the jaded side, is that I don’t believe in love as in romantically. I’ve struck out enough times that it just made me not care about it anymore. I’ve gone through long periods of celibacy in my past. Right now I am on year 12 of my most recent stint. And I honestly feel at peace about it. I’m not closed to it, I just accept that not everyone receives it, in its most pure form. I will always remain open, but I’m getting older, and I have aspirations to begin my life in a creative and loving way.

I WILL become and do what was always intended for me. I believe in life and how we can live it, experience it and be grateful for everything.