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What to say?

  I am at a loss. For awhile now, I have wanted to write words that divine inspiration or inspire emotion. For awhile now, I have wanted to forge tales of hope that vanquished evil. For awhile now, I have wanted to put into words what my day to day routine has consisted of...but I don't know what to say.
  Work has taught me that drowning for a paycheck is acceptable. Home has taught me that parents are more than willing to overlook flaws. Love has taught me that moodiness is acceptable and embraced. Friendship has taught me that people do gravitate toward goodness and sometimes disregard negativity. Life has taught me that I am quite resilient.
  I have thought often about what to write here. But my constant thought is, "But what do I write about when all is okay and peaceful in one area and torrential in another?" For what inspiration is there in that? I think I have forgotten that I write for my own sanity. I think I have forgotten that to write for myself is my life's floatation device. I am sorry.
  To myself, I apologize. I don't know why I have lost site of this. I don't know. I am my own teacher. I am my own student. For the last few weeks...life (work) has sucked! In fact, I told my boss that if I had to endure another day like the previous 14...I would quit. No doubt. I couldn't hack it. I probably still can't. But, I am learning.
  All I know is that EVERY day is a new growing pain. EVERY day is a struggle...and yet I seem to still make it through. Thank God and all his divine interventions for the ability to, even when I can't seem to grasp things, put in to perspective life and love and all I hold dear.
  This is all so rambly. But I am tired. So very tired. Pray for me, friends as I pray for you.

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