Monday, May 4, 2009

The Notch On A Belt

Similar to tricycles, summer, winter, autumn, spring, bruised knees, your first kiss and there is no Santa Clause, life is really just a series of things that happen. Sometimes to you.

7 comments:

Miss B said...

*quiet smile*


But (she laughs) there is still a Santa _Claus_...right???

E. said...

I was always told that there was no Santa Clause.So I never had to find out that he didn't exist and then be devastated as a kid. Which brings me to this: Should we make our intentions clear to other people and stop them from dreaming or let things just... flow?

Anonymous said...

l truly wish that things had turn out like you were wishing for them to. He has everything l ever wanted, everything l ever dreamed of. l will keep you in my prayers and keep you in my heart always.

★ whoaamello ★ said...

Favorite one for the week ♥

Anonymous said...

I first saw this post on twitter and have been digging around for it ever since. Kept getting distracted by all the other brilliant posts.
Anyway I love this post. Thank you for writing it, how could you know these things about me. How could you answer so many of my unasked questions? I'm a great believer in lucky coincidences. I know you wrote this for me, this is what I've been needing to find all this time.If you you were my friend, I'd be forever in your debt. As a wonderful, talented and infinitely kind stranger, I will try and find a way to pass it on. I am not selfish but I've found that I've hurt myself more trying to pass on than I probably would wallowing in self pity dying a little more inside each day.
Maybe I'll start a blog and go at it that way. But I'm grateful. I want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart thank you. I never would have figured that on my own.

Anonymous said...

I've been blaming myself for the people who prey on others. I've been so good at spotting the obvious but because of that I've blamed myself when I don't see the subtle ones. I'd never considered the possibility of making myself less of less of a target to the people who like to use instead of changing my humanity to avoid the hurt. I have wasted so much time but for the first time I can look back without bitter regret.

Anonymous said...

Thank you. One hundred times thank you. You've eased a lifetime of guilt, self loathing and despair and with those things no longer blocking me I can see the truth about life and me. I'm grateful for every step in my life that brought me to the point where I read these words. You've told me where the sunshine hides. I'm grateful for your restless compulsion to write. I want to thank you.