Front Street

Being honest has never been a problem for me, but being open has always been difficult. I started this year with the goal of change and slowly but surely I'm accomplishing just that. Some days it's easy because I need to talk other days not so much as I continue to adjust to my life on front street. I've nursed a headache all day only to intensify as my existence went down in black and white. When the output is more than the input but its all relevant, you can't help but stress just trying to make it everyday. Nothing extravagant, but emotionally depleting when you've reached this age and struggle to balance your own two feet. When you've never had nothing and your mind tries to align with your hearts desire to swallow hard as you accept yet another no. Gods will this journey is turning around and with some sad decisions I trust one day I'll live happily.