Dedicated to Tammy

So my wonderful friend Tams sends me an email telling me that I'm already behind on my blog postings... and she is correct. So this may be a crappy posting, but hey it's here.

If you read my blogs on myspace you will remember a blog that I posted called "I Believe" where I talked about this agonizing feeling that something big - life changing - was on the horizon; and I knew it wasn't going to be winning the lottery, either. It was going to be messy and hard - but what was the most agonizing part was that I knew it was time. It was time for it to come to an end. And endings are never good.

Well I have that feeling again, except this time it is with hope rather than dread. I feel it is time to move on. Like a wounded animal, I feel that I have healed and learned and am ready to go back into the wilds of life. I have humbly (for the most part) taken my hits in stride. I have learned to keep my eyes on God and to trust him. More now than ever.

Its a little weird... I feel like a character in a movie who is approached by an angel or guardian and is asking me... "Are you ready?" Am I ready to move on to the next phase of my life, am I ready to go back into the working world, am I ready to start all over?

To quote "Big" from Sex and the City... Abso-fuckin-lutely!!!