Never Too Late

On the road to where I wanna be, there are a LOT of obstacles.... There's ridges without railings, turns without warnings... I guess you could say that I'm out on a limb with what I wanna do with my life. I'm gonna put my life on the line for others in this country that probably won't give a damn about me, but that's okay. I'll be defending my family's freedom; my future kids' rights. The price of that is worth anything I can think of.

The road to my success is a long one.. I've got to lose some poundage. Not a whole lot, but enough. I'm having a lot of trouble with that. I don't know if its my self confidence-or lack there of... I don't know if I'm doing something wrong... or if there's something wrong with me.. I guess the only thing I can do in a time like this is keep trying though.

I guess you could say my life is alright-compared to some other lives that could be worse than mine. Right now, my only worry is the weight I have to lose. Other than that I don't have anything to complain about. I have a lovely boyfriend who cares for me, and loves&supports me. I have a wonderful mother and father. I have great brothers and sisters, and even though we don't see each other very often (or even talk to each other) I have great friends. They support me in what I do and respect me for it.

There are a bunch of things on my mind that I could go on about like how am I going to make it in the world? Should I have paid more attention in high school? Could I have studied more? Well those things don't matter now. Whats passed has passed and I have to worry about now. Things will work out as long as I do all I can right now. That goes for everybody who thinks it's over for them. Nothing is ever over. It's never too late.

Said Sugar Make it Slow and We'll Come Together Fine

Today, I decided I was going to blog. I don't know for what purpose, but something struck me that I needed to blog. I'm such a big writer, and there are always ideas and thoughts that pop into my head, but I most often forget about them. I figured a blog would help me out with that. If I post on here, and someone (if anyone is even reading this) finds an idea interesting, they might give me some additional ideas on it.

So anyway, I was supposed to go with my Dad today. He's a trucker, and he was going to take me to work with him. I remember when I was little, he would always take me. I loved it. It was my time to spend with my Daddy. Nowadays, the sound of a diesel puts me to sleep; it comforts me, but no-one gets that. Sometimes even I don't get it. It's just the hum and the purring I guess. The vibration of the motor. I even love the smell of diesel. 

I was so downed that I couldn't go with him today. His boss said that for insurance purposes, he can't have me with him on the road. My thoughts on that are that they're just looking out for their company's best interest, but it's sort of depressing that I can't go with him. I really miss just being with my Dad on the road, making jokes at roadsigns and stopping at diners and eating together... Guess it can't last forever...

All you need is just a little Patience.