I guess it's high time that I stop waiting on everything to be perfect. That means so many things, but it rings true in my soul. Waiting on life to fall together like a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle -- better wait than never? Or is that late? Am I late to the game in this stage of my pain? Or does it take the pain to make me see? That life can be a dream turned into reality, but it will never be reality turned into a dream? Wow. That speaks to me.

Met a brotha the other day...actually have known him for a while. He sparked...something in me. Was it energy? I don't know but it made me feel free. Free to be me, I mean. Or, rather, back to being me -- but me is grown up now...matured...sophisticated...but still just the chill me as I'll always be. I'm happy with my growth -- where I've gone, and where I plan to go. I want...no, I have to touch the sky...and burst through it like a plane in a storm. I have to break the low ceilings and keep climbing so that my wings stay airborne. That's me -- "the bird" as he says. Ha. Too cute.

Well, what am I waiting for? I guess it's high time that I break free of the chains that I've looped around my neck, my body, my hands, and my mind. Everyone will be fine. That's not my problem, it's their's and damn it's time. For me to release everyone else's issues from my tormented mind so I can shine. Hell. Don't I deserve it? Ain't I worth it? I think...no - I know I am. And for me, damn...as sad as it seems because of the hearts I'll have to break and the people I'll have to leave...damn, it's high time for me to get back to the business of being, defining, and designing...me.