Ahem.

I feel a little taking advantage of at the moment. I don't quite now how to respond about it. My temper is ready to lash out, I'm trying to keep my cool. I think I already let some leak. :(
Giving details as to what I'm pissed about would only fuel this fire.
I come to my blog to calm me. This is safe and sacred ground. This is my land that I built with struggle and strife, joy and elation, my own sense of humor. This is as close I get to a home right now.

Tomorrow will be a new story.

March, huh? How about that March? March is historically a hard month for me. Ask any in my immediate family. This is the month in which:
1. My father passed away (sometimes I feel his hand on my shoulder)
2. So did my maternal grandmother (she is with me everytime I put on the her ring)
3. So did my college buddy Brett (too young, my God, I'm older now than when he died)
4. Sebastian my dog disappeared (I'm still waiting for him to come home)
5. I saw someone shot and killed in a bar (Still thankful I went through that)
This is a month where the pain of the past rolls around me, much like the mist I watch that slides around the mountains. Sometimes it passes through me, most times I watch it with fascination, like a car wreck you can't pull your eyes from.
I've lost everything I've put the most value in to. At this point, there is nothing you can put me through that would be worse than what and where I've already been.

I may be crying and bemoaning my state of affairs but I still put one foot in front of the other, just the same.

So, I guess what I'm saying is BRING IT. I may hide my strength from myself at times but I wouldn't have made it thus far without it.