the older i get, the more i understand myself. i've always noted my bad habits or character traits and thought, "my mom used to do that." i've tried hard to work on these things that make me like my mother... these things i despise. and, i believe i've accomplished some growth. life is pointless without growth. one of these bad habits is negativity. negativity to include only recording the things i hate about myself... about her. there are so many things i do and like to do because they are my mother's good habits. i try to find the good in me and my mom. she's beautiful and kind. she's giving, hard working, understanding, funny and forgiving. my fingers just had to pause and brush away a tear because i can't help but let the joy flow when i think of her. she's wonderful with all her faults because they are heavily out weighed by her strengths. i can only hope i am more like her everyday and try to get there. she is not something to be avoided, but to be adored. i need to call her today and tell her these things. i'm certain i'd get two words out and the rest would be jumbled by sobs... which, she would still understand.

all this and more are things for which i'm thankful.

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at any time in my life, i can be defined by so few words. the words are different much of the time... but they are always simple.

Write You A Letter- Ray LaMontagne

If I told you how I'm feeling
And how my heart was always reeling
Then maybe you could understand me a little better
If I was to write you a letter

And if I told you how I worry
Isn't how I always seem to hurry
And maybe you would understand me a little better
If I was to write you a letter