Here we are. In this white month of December. We are getting ready to bring in the new year, with resolutions to make us the best version of ourselves we could possibly be. Maybe we will learn how to spell possibly, because I just used auto-correct on both of those possibly's.... but not that one!
Last month was a month of thanks. I would like to express my gratitude to all I know. You are a blessing or a lesson to me and for that I thank you. This year has been hard, they all are. But that is the beautiful part, without the lows how would we understand the highs? I've been blessed to travel out of the country twice this year. Once to Honduras, and second to Ecuador. I love traveling more than anything and I am so very grateful for a family that supports my wanderlust. Without them I wouldn't be who I am. Through my travels I have realized that I have taken many thing for granted in my life, and they have given me a greater appreciation for my education, my warm home, home cooked meals, and the amazing electronic advancements our world has made. (without those I wouldn't be typing this to you)
The real question is, are you ready? Ready or not, the world could end. Although this is highly unlikely there is still a small possibility. (here I am practicing optimism)
So basically, I saw something I liked today.
The Preacher and the Pusher are both selling a High.
If that was a facebook page, I'd click the "like" button. It's pretty deep when you think about it.
What kind of high are you looking for? I've never experienced either, but I wonder what it would be like to experience both at the same time. One can only wonder.
This post is all really random, and I'm sorry for that. I've been working on some new stuff lately but I've been busy and stressed and everything I've written hasn't connected to me. So I'm not going to post it. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know, it seems as though I have recently lost my muse. I am in search of a new one, so let me know.
Life is good people. Always remember for every person you wish you were, there are two that wish they were you, someone always has it worse than you do. Chin Up buttercup. And much love from me.

-B.