This week is over. It was one of the worst weeks of my life. And I'm going to remember who was here for me.
I'm not about to say this to pin medals on myself, I am a faulted person like anyone else, I'm well acquainted with my faults.
I've never admitted this, and I feel that because of what I've been brought up to believe, even in doing so I am undoing it being a good act at all, but...
I pray for those who dislike me and come against me, to be blessed.
When I know people secretly dislike me I've tried to win them over with gifts or cupcakes.
I know that I am or I try to be a good hearted person.
Who does good things, wishes good things, tries to see the good in others, has good intentions.
Who will do everything to repair things when they're broken.
Who will exhaust all means beyond rationality for someone I care about when necessary.
And so I know, that there is a God in heaven, and some kind of karma, and that amazing, wonderful, incredible, breathtaking, good
things, are coming my way.
And that tomorrow when I go to the doctor, everything is going to work out.
That Chazz is happy and with his mother again.
That I will be adored like I deserve.
That so will Amber, and Flip, and all my other lovely girls.
That I will be successful in my business endeavors.
That my dreams will come true.
That lots of exciting adventures await me.
And that no matter how many times you lift me up only to throw me back down again, I will be lifted up once more and still live a life where I will accomplish amazing, wonderful, incredible, breathtaking, good
And you're never going to stop me.