Wheel of Time
Thankfully, the busy week is coming to a close. In one hour I will be able to wind down my mind and settle in to enjoy a little post-valentines day romance.

It's the third day this week of absolutely beautiful, warm weather. A pleasant change from the hum-drum rain of the pacific northwest winters. It strikes me just how much of a tangible effect sun has on my emotions. I feel energized, alive and free. The sun is a smile across the sky. Life is changing again, heading in a more uncertain direction for me. I find myself in that place I visit and revisit, the limbo between hoping for something and actually getting it. It's a dangerous time, when ideals are reality and your hopes and fears for the future take real form. It's the time of sepia-toned photographs, when everything is perfect and static in the past and the future lies gleaming before you. It is a time of dreams. What I have come to learn, however, is that these dreams are not always the reality that forms. It seems that our true happiness is found in dreams, but these dreams can never be our reality. We have to live somewhere between them.

I am striving to be an adult and make adult decisions but still live life with the joy of a child. Often, that's why I waffle between trivialities and insight in this journal... my life is a series of moments, what I make of them has yet to be seen.