My Haven Awaits You.

I find my comfort, my solace, in writing. My expressions feed into words. I state my thoughts with particularity. Every word calculated. Every sentence premeditated. I find it harder to write anything than to organize my thoughts within my head and then put them onto the screen. There are benefits and disadvantages to either. This process may take longer for someone like me but requires less editing than one who word vomits a piece. Shakespeare never edited his work. I'm not insinuating I'm a literary master, nor some expert for that matter. Simply I share a juvenile, rather novice version of that process.

Nevertheless, writing is my place of calmness. I find writing and music, passions that soothe my mind, bring peace and de-stresses my body and soul.

I suggest my character seeks optimism in almost everything I encounter. I rationalize by finding the optimistic nature of every situation, every circumstance. There is always some good that comes out from any condition.

I admit, there are times when there is absolute difficulty in finding such optimism. Sometimes it is beyond our scope. I have lost sight before and have allowed my emotions to overwhelm my mind. However, hindsight always being 20-20, I am still able to get from it what I can.

I cannot control every element in my life. It is an understanding I struggle with at times but one I must settle with. I leave it to another entity to allow things to fall into its own place. I only seek happiness and take all victories, whether small or large, minimal or significant, as they come. For small victories of happiness may amount to a much larger whole.

My eyes are wide open, ready to take on anything I am faced with. My mind is free, ready to accept perspective and knowledge. My heart is receptive, ready for the love that awaits. My soul is hungry, ready to feast on all the world has to offer.

I am here. Come join me.