To agree or to disagree.

Something inspirational is going to strike me. To write. I thought I had something, but it left. It's amazing how the universe makes sense even in loss and pain. I feel I have wallowed in this goop too long. But for me to realize the dream, I have to know if a key part of me will be coming along for the ride.

Yes, no. That's all it's going to take. It's going to be fine either way. I am ready mentally. But I want this to be for keeps. I'll regret it if I never say it.

Ask her.

I'm giving myself a month. A month of preparation, extraordinary revelation, and exclamatory motivation. Because, THE TIME IS NOW... marge. LOL!

 

[Accompanying this to be a picture of a lame letter I wrote. But the sars aligned and both of the pictures I took were corrupt when I transfered them over. So I took it as a sign. Hopefully after my emotional relapse after next month, I will put it up.]