But it's better in a way... because it's real. It's made out of real things that can be seen and touched and stored away as pictures in old shoeboxes. And they've become so real that sometimes they even make their way into my dreams. If that makes any sense.
It's weird. This life is MY dream. I love it. I love everything about it.
And I think I've reached a point in my life where it's not even perfect... but I LOVE it.
Maybe that's the reason I love it? I'm not so bored!
My classes are amazing: history, lit, french...I love them all.
Except physics. But see?! That's where the equilibrium of it all fits in!
Which makes it so perfect even though it's REALLY imperfect. It's the balance.
This is probably what I've been searching for for forever in my life. (Whoah three "for's" in a row... totally not on purpose, hah!)
Yes, I HAVE been working 4-10 for the last 6ish shifts. But, I don't care. It makes me work harder...it pushes and motivates me to challenge myself. (Challenge myself at work, school,with my faith... but no, not my room... THAT aspect of my life is still REALLY messy.)
I get up pumped for school. I leave school pumped for work. I get home pumped for homework.
If I was pumping iron it'd probably be reps of 100lbs+!!! (Was that corny?)
I lovelovelovelovelove my life.
My friends (there are no words I could put on a post card, into a song, or a poem about how much I love and need you guys), my boyfriend (you are my SPINE, without you I wouldn't be able to stand...seriously), my family (I love you guys more than you'll EVER know), and God (you're still moving this heart, big guy.)
I don't know how I'd ever thank any of you. I guess just by giving all of me (my time, my love, my attention...) to you.
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