Bedtime babble

I am here for another day. My soul dances underneath the moon, growing stronger from the stars. I am such a fortunate, lucky woman. I may not have everything I want and need, but I have everything one truly needs. I have my health, I have my family, I have a warm dry roof over my head, and I have a full belly.

Bad days come and go. They are fleeting like a thunderstorm. I have used the pain and agony that I have truly suffered. I used the torment to forge myself into something strong, quick, filled with hope and love.

I hope that I can be an example. I hope I can be regarded as kind. I hope my words will be heard as wise. My soul is older than a time I can even imagine. I do not know the full purpose of me rebirth. Is it a gift or a punishment? I suppose since as long as I live and breath, the reason doesn’t matter. The important thing is that I am.

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