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From a while ago...

Why is it that any time I try to write the words just won't come out?

I'm at a really great place in my life. So many things are changing, and I'm changing with them, but I'm so happy. I have never been this happy in my whole life. I am beginning to love myself, which is no small task. Yes, things have been tough, but I've learned to rise from my tears and cuts of self-pity.

My mom and I are going to the Christmas play at my church tonight. I've never been this close with my mom. I actually talk to her. And I'm honest. Sometimes. A lot of the time. Either way, my mom and I have a relationship, which we never had before. Talking to a friend the other day she commented how I start sentences with "I was talking to my mom..." and how she never used to hear me say that. Because I didn't say it. Because I didn't talk to her. It's wonderful to actually feel loved.