the upturn.

Vulnerable...something I promised myself to never again be. I stuck to that vow for six years.

For the first time in my adult life, I am witnessing my growth. Accepting failure and humility. Exchanging it for strength and understanding. I am opening this shell, letting him see a part of me no one knows except God and Natalie. I am left unworried about it. 

And for the record:

There is no greater thing, than seeing my significant only put together my son's Green Machine and decorate a tree.

Accepting happiness one day at a time. 

Vivenorie.

the conflict.

Something could be going so right in my life, and I always seem to sabotage it. 

In the act of it going wrong, I tell myself to stop. But I keep going. A wicked creature I am to myself. I was doing so well. 

Damn.

Allow happiness.

Vivenorie.

the vision.

There has been no motivation to liberate my thoughts. Until just now. Hardened wax and a button...this is my push. I can't lose the vision. 

Thank you Angela.

regret.

I should've taken the money.

vivenorie.