Moving and Growing.

Thursday (the best day invented) was my 19th birthday. I made it 19 whole years and in this cold season my thoughts haven't plummeted off the edge, yet. That is gratifying. Makes me realize my own strength. I remember so many notes were written, last year. Drooping letters from tired fingers that were soon to be lead to change. Bad change. But as I am here and I am typing (with less tired fingers) I can embrace this wonderful weather without wondering how many more times I'd be able to wear shorts before my weary heart tired forever. I am moving, I am growing, and I am strong.