Sundays
It seems as though every Sunday, whether I attend church or not, has to make me feel something that I normally almost never would. Contentment for almost nothing, happiness just for watching, and love from those I would never expect it. It really isn't making much sense to me, but it is giving me the strength to get through each week, good or not. Lately my weeks have been good and my weekends almost better. Its like a complete 180 from what my life was like two years ago...and people seem to care more as well. I barley recognize my life anymore. I'm more outgoing, happier, less stressed (most of the time) and bolder than I've even been. Amazing, how ones life can change so dramatically in the course of 2 years. One day you could be miserable and depressed, and a couple years later you could have hope enough to fill the sky and so much life that you can find the man of your dreams sooner than you could ever hope. Is this all happening for a purpose?
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