Nothing's going to change the truth.
Over the past few months, I've made progress in what some have called "finding myself."
I was a homebody. I liked playing my computer games and watching TV. I didn't like going out...anywhere, really. For anything.
But I have done so much in the past few months, I sometimes sit back and wonder why I didn't want to do things like this.
One excuse was money...I didn't have the money. Even being totally, completely broke, I've found things to do.
For all my life, I wanted to take piano lessons. I'd always get close, but would never go through with it.
But I'm doing it. I've been at it for a few weeks now. And my teacher Miss Rachel says I'm doing a wonderful job.
I've gone bungee jumping twice, I've gone camping (even in the miserable cold...prepping for my mountain climbing trip), been to six different major concerts, spent the day in several large cities, danced my *** off at some night clubs...all examples of things I never would've done otherwise.
Some of these things I've done alone...others, with a friend or two.
But on every trip...at every event...in every city I travel...I find things that remind of Tiffany...her love...and the impact she has had on my life.
It's that one thorn I find myself snagged on. But in my own special way, she is with me everywhere.
But nothing's going to change the truth.