Reasonable Resilience

I'm mad, I'm frustrated, I'm confused, I'm an adult? I'm a volunteer, I'm selfish, I'm a mom! I'm Kara. I can't be anyone else. I can't ask for anymore help. I have to do it myself and I don't want to. So?! You say. Yeah, what of it? I want something new. OR I want my new thing to be what my old was. I was comfortable back then, and I felt like people knew me, and LIKED me. Do I just need to move on from it, or is this really something I should strive for? my old comfort I don't dream of going back to grade school, or high school or college. I dream of the people, friends, responsibility, love. I NEED it If this is it from here on out.... WHAT THE %$@&!!

Hello. I've been here. I'm not going to say that I'm back, but I'm here for a moment. I read a new blog the other day. A blog written by a friend. He said that a blog is for people to read and be drawn in and come back because they are interested. Or something like that. Well, I agree, but disagree. My blog here, it's for me. Call me selfish but can you bloggers honestly say that your blog is ALL about the readers? Don't you type to "get it off your chest", or YOU think something's funny and post it for others to read? Or maybe you just like the thought of others commenting or having something in common with you. I think my blog is mine and that what YOU take from it is yours. I agree that I'm sharing with you so that you can take something and run, or leave it, whatever you choose. That part is all yours. But what I write, what I choose to share, well, just the fact that I log in and actually type something is mine! I'm not sure why it...

"And don't spend your time lookin' around For something you want that can't be found When you find out you can live without it And go along not thinkin' about it I'll tell you something true The bare necessities of life will come to you" I think they mighta had somethin' there