Who else might I have been if everything came easily; if Good Enough came without a fight?
My weaknesses would have remained frail, but they are gaining vigor and will one day be called strengths.
My joy would have remained mirthless, but the delights that are mine which are found interspersed between difficulties and pain fill me more abundantly.
So when I ask like a beggar Why does this have to be so hard? and my fists shake toward the heavens and my salty drops fall, I am answered softly and slowly with a question— Who else might you have been?
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)