ch- ch- ch- ch- changes....

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet

So the blog underwent a face lift. (as I'm sure you noticed). The layout changed, I updated my profile and even found ALL the typo's that my lovely blog stalker (don't think I don't know you are still out there) inserted in order to make me look like a illiterate idiot. Thanks for that by the way, your maturity never ceases to amaze me.
But I digress...It's not that I'm not running anymore, its just that I have many other things that occupy my mind right now and I feel like I'm at the beginning of a new chapter and, well, I wanted it documented. The blog has always been a place where I feel free to write what I want and get it all out. Some posts I hit "publish" many I just save, but at least they are all there.

So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

My life used to be all about running. I was running away, running to something, trying to be skinnier to make someone love me more. I had adventures, but I wasn't happy.

I'm happy now.

And being that happy allows me to open up my life to someone else. I tried over the past year but I don't think I was ready. I wasn't at peace, I wasn't over all of it and I wasn't me again. It's taken a year, but I.am.me.again.

Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

~~~Changes by David Bowie