À coeur vaillant rien d'impossible.
Nothing is impossible for a willing heart.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” - Jeremiah 29:11

I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll make so many excuses as to not becoming a writer that I'll lose my chance to achieve my dreams. I'm scared that I won't ever fall in love. Or worst, I'm scared I do fall in love and that person ends up leaving me. I'm scared that I won't ever be able to support my family financially.

Why does fear have so much power? Does it make me weak that I want to enjoy this lull for as long as it lasts?

Why didn't you want to stick it out with me?

Best Advice

Guppy: Take it easy, work passionately, and things will unfurl as they will.

I think I'm really letting go.

Craving wine.

Martini: Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.

Under the Tuscan Sun

Stop the bitching

I can't pinpoint it, but something is wrong. I can't tell if it's hormones or something else. I'm trying my best to stay positive and count my blessings--because I AM truly blessed.

I'm not sure what I want anymore. Last night, I had a depressing dream; I woke up feeling alone. There's definitely a correlation between how much I sleep to how unsatisfied I am with the world.

I want to go running.

I don't regret a thing. With you, I was happy.

Beautiful day of a new year. Out for a long run. This jelly belly needs to go!