stranger than fiction

There are times when my anxiety pierces my senses, my hands become clammy, my blood pressure rises, I feel stagnant as if I cannot move, I realize I'm not breathing. I hold my breath and I have to remind myself to inhale deeply. My anxiety often keeps me from living. My life has caught up to me. Knowing what I know and seeing what I've seen has made me somewhat fearful, afraid to take any sudden turns, and avoid any unnecessary detours.

This was a great movie. Not only did I realize how incredibly stagnant my life had become, I realized how it's never too late to capture a dream. Sometimes we just have to let go of the perfection, the order and the routine.

I don't blog to gain a following or to debate about my lifes issues with those who claim to be writers simply based on their ability to blur their truth within their own perceptions of perfection. Bloggers who use sensationalism and the lives of others to promote their skurred views without ever putting themselves on the chopping block always baffle me. I love going the extra mile, it's theraputic. So, I don't have any hit counters on my blog, counting the number of times people frequent the entire compounds of "black.girl.thoughts." I don't have any other tracking devices that capture IP addresses. I don't disable the links so that a reader isn't able to leave my site. I write because if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to breathe. I write because my life is stranger than fiction.