I think it's really truly odd the way that some things play out in life. I never though i'd be 25 years old, broke, not able to pay my bills, probably going to lose my house, separated, and with a 2-year-old. I'm not mad about any of it...though I probably would be if it weren't for the 2-year-old. I know that my time is coming, it just wasn't meant to happen yet. Everyone must go through their bad time and their good times and I think, I hope, I am determined to see this as the ending of my bad times. I know my good times are coming again. And if nothing else, my life is amazing for one simple reason.
Now if I can just make the rest of it fall into line, I'll be doing amazing too.