So last month turned 17 years since I was shot. I usually write a blog on the day of or the week of but this time I needed to compose my thoughts. This last year has been so weird with the pandemic and all. Really tough on me because my love language is quality time. I haven't been able to spend that time with my friends and as much as I would normally. It's a new reality. I'm hopeful that it's gonna change soon. But as far as this past year. I learned a lot. I took a whole bunch of classes online and I'm learning a new trade. Leather working. It's very interesting and I have found that I like to sew by hand. I have used this time to learn new things. In any case most times I have something poetic to talk about but not this year. To be honest all those bad memories are fading, which is good for me. I mean when it first happened I would have nightmares about having to run and hide from someone with a gun. On Easter someone asked me about it and I changed the subject, I'm not sure why I felt unfordable talking about it. I though I had gotten passed that point... IDK. You know what I thought about recently? Someone called me a goody too shoes once. And I been thinking about that. I thought well I have so much to be grateful for. I survived a shot in the chest. I survived a tumor in my ovary. So yeah I will be a goody too shoes for the rest of my life because God is in me. Because God saved me. And I will represent Him for as long as I am alive. And then I think was this person jealous that of the way I live my life? umm, interesting... that is it for now.
GXD
