Irony Intertwined

My cowboy boots have not taken me much of anywhere lately. Most often I am being carried by my plaid heals or my running shoes, but my boots will always be more me, comfort and security. The same reason that my boots rarely take me anywhere and the reason that I never get to write are one in the same and I always want to write. I constantly think of blogging, because I feel it is expression and a way to share my inner thoughts with those who care. And believe me, just because I may seem excruciatingly "Blond" much of the time, there is a lot going on up there, and I need to release it.

Do to recent occurrences, I feel sad. I have a deep abiding hatred towards feeling sad and emotional. I wish that I could turn it off, I wish that I had a switch, but even with advanced technology, such as touch screen tablets and cars that can talk to you, I don't think the emotion switch will be available any time in the near future. I am very hard on myself, but lately, I have begun trying to tell myself that I am useful and not worthless, and I hate when I get sad because then I doubt that. I know old habits die hard and all of that, but I like feeling content with who I am and I like feeling like I have a purpose. I need to feel like I have a purpose.

Life has an odd way of making things ironic, if not better, but really better. As I logged into my Blogger account for the first time in I don't know how log, I came across this http://wwwcastlescrownscottages.blogspot.com/2012/03/just-say-it.html
It was someone that I did not even know that I was following, but the bare feet and rennfest-looking skirt caught my attention, so I read on. It does not take much for me to believe that things are intertwined, even when I truly believe that we make our own paths, things still intersect, and sometimes they crash together to create insight and realization in those, such as myself, who are feeling blue. This was one of those cases and I do so like the photos :).

It amazes me how writing can make the phrase "take the weight off my shoulders" feel literal, but it can. I used to feel odd about letting others read my inner thoughts, but no longer do I care. I have realized that those who truly care will feel let in on another part of me and those who do not may ridicule, but I am finished with dwelling on those who would rather create tension and chaos. Now I think that I may just put my cowboy boots on and go in search of BBQ, I do think that someone mentioned BBQ.