eleven.

raw.

somedays it's a little rougher than before, sometimes it's a little like smooth sailing.
but either way, either way the same ruts, the same cycle, the same joy seemingly pervades, stops, stalls, and starts once again.
always too early, never on time, is it never too late to change,
to turn a 180, turn around, around, around, to touch the ground, feet flying, heart pounding commotion?

who am i?
just a girl with passions.
overwhelmed by life.
by the sluggish fast paced life ahead of me each day.

reminding myself to keep going.
singing, dancing, making, loving,
every grueling second.
every trial set up to make me fall
make me learn
make me whole.

got to love it.

hope is my anchor, keeping me grounded.
"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." (hebrews 6:19)