Good morning my readers.

I spent the evening wrapped up in yet another late night of restless sleep and good laughs with Kendra, Bridget and Holly. Earlier in my Tuesday evening, I found time with a good friend over dinner and a movie. Good company, good conversation; I realize this is what true friendship feels like. I am thankful for those in my life who seem to celebrate that which I am and bring joy to my freedom of expression of my individual personality. The acceptance of my own self, flaws and all. I can’t help but smile for the first time, in SOMETIME, knowing I am worth smiling about.

Yet, as I lay awake at night laughing at Blonde Ambitions, and Platinum Fantasies I sigh what can only feel like a strong exhale of aloneness. In this fall evening, as the chill is slowly increasing, extra layers added to my bedding, a quiet overwhelms me as I ponder my current state of mind. I tell myself to take pride in my individuality, to take ownership. To have pride in my achievements. In myself. To feel strong, to feel happy, despite if surrounded by friends or alone. Why do I feel content only when in the company of good friends?

Many life lessons yet to learn, youth still is mine . . .

Competent, Achieved, Wise, Experienced, Wordly . . . introduced in laughs with a new younger friend, as how I might describe my persona . . . I stop. Do I have to feel joking when I admit to feeling pleased with my life thus far and, well . . . competent. Achieved. Many years yet to come to reach for higher achievement, this is true. But I debate if there is harm in feeling achieved to-date and, dare I say . . . content.

Perhaps the best way for me to know true contentment is to continue to look to the value in those true friendships. To be thankful for the achievements I have thus far. To look within myself and be able to smile. To never feel alone knowing there are millions of other people in the world feeling the same thing I feel at any given moment. Then I have to stop and think and KNOW . . . We never really are alone.