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A Little Sap

My biggest fear is that I will forget my memories.

Whether they be fond, happy, sad, angry, or confusing memories, I don't want to forget them. Hence the reason one blogs perhaps?  Definitely one of the several reasons why I re-started blogging.  

Since October my life has been such a cluster.  A blurred-together-all-in-one-cloud--- life.  I can't differentiate what I did in November with what I did in February.  That is not said negatively.  I have enjoyed every moment, adventure, conversation, dinner, drink, walk, hike, drive, experience and discovery that I have encountered.  

Someone said to me the other day, "don't just survive, live."  And then I realized, I am living, even though it may look like I am just surviving sometimes.  Although I look at my life and think, I am 28, I live in a tiny studio apartment with no parking, I have a Los Angeles address, I have no significant other, I don't have 35 different friends to hang out with on weekends...

Guess what I do have?  An apartment to call my own, even though I am a renter.  I usually find parking, but I live in a safe enough neighborhood that I don't mind a little walk from my car to apartment.  A Los Angeles address! I mean come on, I get to add to my life list that I live in Los Angeles, the craziest and most exciting city.  People always light up when I tell them that I live there, and I still love saying it.  No significant other but the chance to embrace my independence and love every moment of growth through that.  A few very amazing friends who I can turn to in any situation, even if some of their homes are out of this state.

I am blessed. Truly.  I exist and I am happy. Is that all we need? Yes.

Trials give us strength and test us to the max.  Success boosts us up and motivates us toward our futures.  Heartbreak makes us appreciate that we have loved and we will love again.

I don't know why but all my posts end up being a bit serious, sappy, emotional, and full of the obvious.  But that's just the way I am!

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